Fifth Month Rituals

Here we are again; a ritual return. Ritual highlights are ready to reel. Back when this became a wellness blog I called each of these end-of-the-month posts my Work Release. The idea was to show the work which goes into wellness as a practice. Wellness is indeed a practice and it is indeed work. To support my 2020…

Packaging With Pluck

Packaging plus art. Oh, my heart. You can’t know what a lovely pun this is unless I confess the products in these packages were acquired because of my heart. My beloved heart. I’ve been wearing emergency IDs for my solo runs, hikes, rides, etc. for years now. I recently upgraded them to denote I am…

Wearing The Veil

Remember planking? Several years ago? You don’t remember. A fad swept the nation. Folks posed for photos in a plank position in public places for a few weeks, mostly for social media purposes. Like dance routines now, or that ice bucket challenge for a while, planking was a photo/video stunt folks performed specifically to generate…

Isn’t Everything Better With Capes?

Items found while running now include modern art. I found this piece during my cool-down this morning. Cloudy day, humid; finished up a shortie while silently processing my irritation that people continue to misuse the word quarantine. It appears very few people know what quarantine actually means. It also appears the majority of people who…

Fourth Month Rituals

Here we are again; a ritual return. Back when this became a wellness blog I called each of these end-of-the-month posts my Work Release. The idea was to show the work which goes into wellness as a practice to reinforce that wellness is indeed a practice and it is indeed work. To support my 2020 theme of Ritual, I’ve…

The Mercy Forecast

I could change Mercyburg’s name to Stormyburg and I wouldn’t be lying or exaggerating. It’s just after 1 am and I’m wide awake listening to yet another heavy storm pass. I took this photo before work yesterday. Got out early for a run to beat — you guessed it — storms in the forecast. Heading…

Mares Of The Night

Interesting side effect of my new heart medication — deeper sleep. And deeper dreams. I’m sleeping through thunderstorms. Dreaming them up, though, especially in dreams about my many ex-spouses. You may pooh-pooh but after several weeks of this I have developed a theory that my beloved heart is finally becoming calm enough to allow me…

The Best-Ruined Plans

Good morning again from stormy Mercyburg, where we are all feeling fecund, lush, and fertile in the spirit of hallowed antiquity. Today is the holy day previously devoted to sex and procreation, later sanitized when it became Christianized, of course. No matter. No dispersion. Worship as you please but We are mindful of our history…

Relief When I’m Gone

Good morning and Happy Saturday. It’s raining again here in Mercyburg so I am once again sitting in the same room I have occupied all week. As opposed to being outdoors, I mean. This week I was sent home to work remotely so this creative space also became a work space. I am now part…

Third Month Rituals

Here we are again; a ritual return. Back when this became a wellness blog I called each of these end-of-the-month posts my Work Release. The idea was to show the work which goes into wellness as a practice to reinforce that wellness is indeed a practice and it is indeed work. To support my 2020 theme of Ritual, I’ve…

How The Grinch Comforted A Runner

Items found while running now including this disembodied head which is also missing a mouth. A headpiece of some kind also seems to be broken off and lost and I truly can’t tell if the neck stump is designed that way or also broken. There are also no ears. I found it at the end…

Time Travel In A Can

A thousand years ago I was training for my first marathon. I was training to run it in Pittsburgh. That’s right; I was doing destination races long before it was cool. We didn’t call it this back then, but social media was message boards before Facebook came along. Through a running-related message board I picked…