Weed Wellness

The season changed in Mercyburg this weekend. A violent thunderstorm with tornadoes marked the end of the previous season and the beginning of the next, which is tornado season. Mercyburg exists within the weather vortex known as Tornado Alley. The season everyone else associates with bunnies and planting is not storybook idyllic here. But there…

Romancing The Rebellion

Let me love you. As I love a flower who has opted not to fully open. A flower who says No or Enough. Even though she was born a flower and is therefore assumed to have one job; to open for our gazing and handling and sniffing. For the gleaning of bees and butterflies. This…

Solar Cell Romance

Let me love you by planting mint behind the rosemary, where it will be protected and continue hardy green production well into December and January. And I will put lights in the garden so I can find it when you want tea anytime, even after the sun goes down. I will romance you in the…

When No Amount of Lipstick Is Enough

Yesterday I stood in the lobby of a building chatting with another woman. A man walks by. He is well acquainted with both of us. He holds up a hand in greeting as he strides toward the door and says, “Bye, girls.” Then he pauses, turns to me, thrusts his upraised hand toward me and…

WOTY Reveal

So without any struggle at all I chose my theme word for 2019. Or rather, it chose me. He/She/They just sauntered up to me one morning and said Let me love you. And I will say the word and you will hear the word and your mind will automatically jump to a pre-programmed image associated…

Thirteenth Day Immunity

Holy crap. I’m shocked to realize I’ve been gone for 12 days. Geez, 12 days. This morning I tried to remember how long it had been since I published anything. I thought maybe a week; six days, perhaps. I logged on to check. It’s been 12 days. Wow. As the British say, I’m dashed. Flummoxed….

Battle Of The Brain, Fought On The Ground

No one asks about my weekend anymore. They’ve all stopped asking if I have plans for the weekend. They know I do but they’ve stopped asking what those plans might be. They already know what the plans will be. From April to October the answer is always the same. And it irritates them. The answer…

The Nanette Phenomenon

Okay, we need to talk about Nanette. No, maybe we don’t. Maybe I just need to talk about it. A little. I’ve watched it twice. The first time I was stunned silent. Awestruck, really. I watched it Saturday; took all of Sunday to process it, including lost sleep time Sunday night. Then on Monday morning…

So Proudly We Hailed

The Book of Mercy (day planner) said “Try to write something” today.  I am trying. Sometimes all the original content we’ve got available to us is our secrets. I’m processing so hard. So hard. You wouldn’t believe my dreams. Feeling it all is dangerous, which is why mental and emotional health is so critical. Feeling…

Until I’m Not

I’ve been hanging on to my frags this week but not writing about them. Because I’m sad. I am sad. For several days in a row now. Doesn’t matter why; sadness is part of life. It is unavoidable. Everyone feels sad. Even happy people. So, what to do about it? Nothing. There is nothing to…

Making It Up To Me

May is the month I make the switch from evening runs to early morning runs. Mercyburg bakes, steams, and fries all my tender tissues from June to October. Running in the morning is my primary method of management. Last week I made my only self-portraits attempts immediately after my morning runs, while my light-up armbands…

Hot Button Hustle

This Is Not A Selfie (TINAS). This is not a selfie but it is part of my wellness practice. The fancy light leaks come from randomizing a retro camera app. In random mode the app mixes together elements like old film (grainy or damaged), crappy equipment (think 1970s plastic-matics), dirt, scratched lenses, etc. You never…