Hot buttered soy milk

I could use a little reminder. I miss a lot of things… Only the moments unphotographed, that I swore to myself I’d remember so I can recall at a later time, but I think I’ve lost commitment to myself. And my promises to myself. I keep giving them up thinking I have more priorities. Not much is more important than treating myself well, I’ve realized. I’ve doubted for so long the love toward me from so many around me. I have wonderful families in my life. One of which has had it’s own random issues, perhaps distractions, but I completely understand that and relate. It’s no excuse to treat a person the ways one might, but also that, the sudden outbreaks of disrespect, I can identify to. It’s a shame humans are capable of such flawed and vicious labors of interaction. Yet inevitable, these words sometimes are the most meaningful and expressive. It’s a shame we give in. It’s a damn shame we are imperfect. That’s what’s interesting, it keeps things cycling. It makes some situations memorable, in a terrible way but also educational. If we weren’t exposed to this knowledge of other beings’ problems, we would be unaware of our own… and wonder forever how to resolve what we can’t describe. It’s a curse, and it’s a gift.

I need a vowel

Cut pieces off a magnetic sheet to match the size of scrabble tiles. Discovered my love of rubber cement during this project.

Had this idea in mind for a long time and was extremely happy with how it turned out when I finally got around to it. Potential Christmas gifts?

Pretty lady

Our baby Lorelai

Making good use of the kitchen

 Cranberry orange scones, as well as blackberry ones which only came out right in the first batch.

test subjects

My limbs know better than I thought they were capable of...

A silent observation of the means of altered interaction

with a third wheel in every conversing pair

Sickening for the lot, consequences "worth it"

not knowing when your body is falling,

is failing,

is warning and threatening,

and two words never paired are "too" and "much"

All swim in the shadows and fog of the dim lit room

the gassy air of everyone's pardons

putting risk at anyone's switch of a lighter,

just to feel that little bit lighter, to light your own dark

I am a hanglider

afraid of a spider

Inching me closer to

a jump to unknown adventure

Thrills and initial fear

signal flashes of excitement,

soon floods of adrenaline

awareness that experience

is just over the edge worth crawling toward

The spider, the insignificant

little false reason

an excuse pressed so hard

Bursts into funny little mixed up colors

of combination you'd least expect

The helpless detached legs

make no progress to threaten,

And I dive to discover

what natural muse will offer

Settlers

Not the first, but final. Some construction work in the near future. Updates to come.

New projects

Soon to begin in new surroundings. Rid all material to be replaced. Can't wait for fresh coffee and early morning air on the fire escape.

Trail clearing

All photos taken myself unless otherwise stated on future posts.