I have decided that it’s time to reclaim my journal, with purpose and intent. It has lay here for some time as wasted space and when not that, the chart of an individual relationship here and there rather than my experience with the world.  Perhaps I feel confident to let it become about a bigger picture now because I feel more secure in the ( Read more... )

It’s time for stretching the fingertip vocal chords, the ones deep in the brain-matter folds between sanity and its absence. My mind and body are restless. Two days from now, I will be two years myself…in three months the rest of me will be thirty. Maybe these facts are to blame, but I can’t deny that the universe has been whispering in flutter- ( Read more... )

So, it’s 2009.

The idea of benchmarking the last year in words seems quite overwhelming and deafening. Life, living has been by the day to day. Scattered bits and pieces of what’s important here and there - the growth spurts and challenges of the kidling, the pups, jen, jen and I, and myself. It’s been negotiating the mess that is the babydaddy, ( Read more... )

Fall has been falling for a few weeks now. There are more leaves on the earth than those grasping to limbs. Puddles and puddles of them cover the ground, calling out to everyone, young and old, to come splashing and thrashing. They make their way into the house too, as if daring us to come outside and play. Daring us to dig out the rakes and sweep ( Read more... )

It again seems foreign to strike out words here. Time has gone tick-tocking along and living has become more important, more favorable. I’ve been soaked up in life like that muggy moist air before a past due rain. Feeling it. Smelling it. Breathing it. And tasting it.

I wonder as I break the silence, who I’m breaking it for. Is it my endless ( Read more... )

We'll start with me because, let's face it, that's always the easiest place to begin. It's April now, so...er... I've been on T for 4 months now. It has become just part of the routine now. So much so that we almost forget to give me my injection sometimes. But not so much so that I don't still get nervous/excited at injection time. The effects of ( Read more... )

"T minus 30 ...and counting" until our move. As fate should have it, this place is just starting to feel like home. A place I will ache for once we're gone. Not this apartment, not this life, but this place. And leaving here is lurking just around the corner. It's futile to fall in love now, but there is a sadness in that. In discovering a place ( Read more... )