Tag: coping

Soil

Our peach, plum, and apricot trees survived their second summer. The green of their leaves is battling it out with the encroaching brown, and the cutter moths have done some damage, but the trees have officially made it. They are growing, alive, and in a few weeks, they will thrive, insects and triple-digit temperatures at bay.…

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Drum

116,516 | 405,399 | 36,516 | 58,209 | 2,216 | 4,497  I know very little about numbers and even less about war. I know the average person takes 23,000 breaths a day and the moon orbits the earth every 27 days or so. It takes the moon twenty-seven days to travel around the earth one time. Every night,…

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Wringing

There’s no sense in lying. I fell in strong like with this picture, and since I have to write a blog post today, I went with something that makes me smile. No. I do not know the adorable tatted man or his puppy dog. I simply needed inspiration, and there they were on iStock. Today…

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Peekaboo Blouse

There are times when writing is the only thing that makes sense. I’m not talking about the bullshit on Instagram about writing because “I have to.” No one has to do anything except for the taxes and death bit. Writers can be an obnoxious and overdramatic lot. I once typed somewhere that writing is “like…

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Quick Change

Trains are most vulnerable when they switch tracks. Smooth locomotive change is a science of measurement and timing with little room for error. Human track transitions are trial and error. Rarely executed gracefully. It is a fact that the world keeps moving whether we hop over like Gene Kelly or face plant into a mouth…

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Starch

  If I don’t focus, life can be a real pain in the ovaries. Recently, I have started reading about Stoicism. I’m finding meditation is a little too cozy-blanket unless I’m going to be a monk, which is still an option on my table, but in the meantime, I need to strike a balance between…

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100% Silk

  Why does it seem there are those who have it their way and those who accommodate? More importantly, how do I train to be the former? This isn’t going to be a snarky post where I bitch and complain that I have to adapt to make nice with those who either can’t get their…

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Endless Cycle

I stopped to get gas last week and unbeknownst be me, my life was about to be enhanced. “You are now watching Gas Station TV,” the gas pump said as a small TV came to life. Let me repeat. I was pumping gas, and there was a TV on the gas pump. Lest I have a…

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Fold

Seven birds and, as of this morning, six baby mice. That is the death toll this spring. I can not provide context for this loss because I don’t know how many baby birds were in all of the nests around our house, nor do I know how many mice families call our piece of land home.…

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