Taurus: When I was 19, I did Outward Bound, a wilderness survival course designed to make a man out of me. For 24 winter days, my team and I camped and traveled through New Hampshire's White Mountains. Near the end of the ordeal, we were each required to do a three-day "solo" experience, during which time we were left alone with only three things: ( Read more... )

Making a peanut butter sandwich at midnight, wearing clogs and polka-dotted underpants. Was greatly distressed not to find the jelly in our mostly bare fridge. No suitable substitutes were found. Right before giving up, half a jar was spotted in the farthest corner, hidden behind the stout and chocolate syrup.

It felt ridiculously profound at the

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I think i'm still finding my way of deviating from the path. There are two options. I could live my life like this. Half incompetent housewife, half random career; going to work, reading books, taking the dog out, wasting time.

Somehow- I look ahead, and everything's in a fog- but I don't see that. I'm not sure what it will be, but I don't see that ( Read more... )

One of the things that i don't like about getting older is the casting off of parts, the settling into ideas. The unnerving unchangeability of what you do, and what that forms you to be. I never want to settle so far that i cannot change. This one thing I want to keep: the indecisive, impetuous muse, the artistic jack-of-all-trades; drawing on ( Read more... )

        I'm dreaming of rain, soft rain and thunder rolling from the blackbird's wings. 
         Curving my feet, bare in preperation for the warmth, feeling the change under my soles. Trading blacks for vividness: seas, skies, bonfires, and plums fallen from the tree. Magnolias. Flowers covering the hills and leaves so thick that the forest ( Read more... )

would introduce myself and say hello, i used to write once; or hello, I used to dream, but I've forgotten what that's like now. Life defies placement. We order and contain the only things we have- the wildness, the rebellious penstrokes, escapist dreams, defiant light. The world needs to feel steady & predictable somewhere in our lives, and if the ( Read more... )

Opening the window to let the chill set into my skin- anything to have these breaths, to remember this, the sacred, the profound ( Read more... )

Something I have always desired. An empty studio. Pachelbel. I was already warmed and stretched; class had only just ended, but I felt like we had barely reached the halfway mark. I glanced at the clock; it was possible to go back; get dressed, wait for the bus, come home and idle.

It wasn't even necessary to make a choice.

Amazing the things we ( Read more... )

the cold has set into my bones and i ache, i ache,
& i cannot see the moon for comfort