Dirty Tricks In A Sterile Environment

I have pain today. All the way to the bone. This a photo of my pain, localized in one place in my body but deep below the surface, under tissue and structure. Radiant pain. Not really. I mean, the pain is real but I took this photo a few days ago, before I knew how…

The Sorcery of Sentience

With prisms of light and flickered gilt reflections to delight your eyes on the morning of a new year. If I was my Lover I would romance her eyes. I put her to bed early because she was too sleepy to ring in the new year. While the world was drinking away the last of…

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…

Cold Ears, Warm Heart

I started this post at least half a dozen times to describe how I was coping with a huge mistake. But I’ve taken a week to live with the mistake before blabbing about it and now my message has changed. But you should see the thinly veiled horror when people look at me. No one…

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…

None Of The Guys

A neighbor invited The Chef and I to run with him yesterday. An easy 5k around the neighborhood. We’ve never run together before, the three of us. It was warm enough to wear shorts and sweat. We kept a conversational pace; only checked watches for distance measurements rather than time. The neighbor is working toward…