Sunday, November 22, 2020
I try to say things, usually, to the widest audience I can - to the largest set of people who may be able to hear something from it all.
This one needs to be a little more focused.
This is for my trans sisters.
Monday, November 9, 2020
As often happens when I sit down to write, I am not entirely certain what it is I need to say here tonight.
This isn't to say I'm not sure what to talk about - I simply haven't transferred the imagery in my mind and heart into words yet. It's part of the way thinking works for me. All I know for sure, right now, is there is a lot to be said.
My heart is both tired and very alive. There is much work to be done, in this world, but I feel that we have a chance to get that work done. The election in the United States this past week was draining and - in many ways - a deeply unsettling experience. To know that so many still see the world in certain ways, that so many are still profoundly mired in damaging ideas and attitudes, that divisiveness remains such an effective weapon of oppression even just within this country is difficult to watch.
Sunday, August 16, 2020
I've been around descriptions of cardiac failure for a long time; I have family members and have had a few friends in various medical and emergency-response careers, so hearing about heart attacks was not unusual for certain segments of my life.
What really made the concept real to me, though, was a book about chaos theory that described "fibrillation" in terms of a mathematical situation. The electrical signals of nerves and neurons that typically regulate proper muscle contractions - a heartbeat - become uncoordinated, uncooperative, and can even lead to permanent failure.
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
I think a lot.
I wonder if my recent blossoming fascination with human connection is really truly the deep, significant, profound glimpse of the true path out of the less-lovely aspects of the human "condition." I wonder if maybe it's just me projecting my fundamental angst and pain, or if all these people I talk to about the horror of loneliness are really, truly leaving our conversations with more hope and interest in nurturing the connections of their own.
Monday, August 3, 2020
Today marks four hundred sixty-three days since I wrote this - which became the first entry on this site.Wednesday, June 10, 2020
I sat down earlier this evening to think a little bit.Sunday, May 31, 2020
I'm not going to link the news. If you aren't already seeing it, I want it to be your choice how much to engage with it.Monday, May 25, 2020
There are, periodically, moments in my life where I feel an uncontainable surplus of words - a sort of incessant need to say things. It's taken a lot of life experience (and more than a few "well now I feel silly" moments) to realize that this is generally a sign that I need to write.Wednesday, April 8, 2020
I turned 34 years old yesterday.Saturday, March 21, 2020
It's currently just after noon on a Saturday, but I have barely left the house in any meaningful sense in over two weeks. My area is currently facing severe restrictions on movement and daily life due to the global pandemic situation, and I've been fortunate enough to have a head-start on the physical isolation aspects because my employer was proactive and cautious even ahead of the (admirably responsive) local government.Saturday, February 22, 2020
A number of years ago, in the midst of a particularly difficult psychotherapy session, my doctor said something to me that caught me completely off guard - and has stuck with me ever since.Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Something I've come to treasure at the end of a day is the opportunity to just sit and reflect - sometimes on the day itself, but often about much more as well... the past, the future, all the things in the present that seem to deserve a little extra attention and appreciation before I tuck all my thoughts in for the night and fall asleep.