A Tabletop Haunting

If I offered the phrase ghosts in the wood you’d think I meant in the forest or among living trees. What if the ghosts in the wood came with the logs. The planks and boards. The framing of a house, the flooring, and the furniture; ghosts in the wood. I’ve long speculated that I can…

Caste My Character

It felt like a big deal to go visit a friend today. Face to face, in person, not via a video screen; togetherness the old-fashioned way. With the benefit of an old-fashioned social ritual for comparison, these days of social isolation have shown me that I will always — 100% of the time — hold…

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…

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…

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…

First Of Many

It worked out that my first week of tennis therapy coincided with my first league match. It’s technically not therapy but it is a form of training for the mind. Why did I need tennis therapy? I didn’t. My coach needed it. She started using it to improve her own experience and had such success…

My Beloved Moxie

Early Sunday morning. Devotional time. Candles. Coffee. Journal. Sock feet. Quiet except for the scratch of pencil against paper. Reflecting on the week’s work and planning the week ahead. Creating rituals to support my wellness. All of this called devotional because it is devoted to how I want to feel, what I want to practice,…

Calm-uary

Good morning, citizens of 2020. First change to the wellness practice is financial wellness: no more overtime. The boss announced it mid-December. Starting tomorrow I have to return to a regular eight-hour work day. Or I should say, I get to. The second change is occupational wellness. The benefit of overtime wasn’t just extra money….

Ritual Service

The best gift I received this year? My employer gave me December 26th off. Closed the business. A recovery day. Oh my soul, a recovery day. I work for people who value recovery days. Typing such a statement is a prayer of gratitude. Yes, it was with pay but even so, closing the business makes…

Seasonal Damage

Injuries. (Sigh) Part of the practice. I’ve been quiet because my first significant tennis injury knocked me down. It was a double blow. I suffered a significant injury of the heart at work and carried my hurt/anger/fear/frustration onto the tennis court. Nothing happened, at least in terms of the tennis. I simply overdid it. Pushed…

The Smoky Ruins Of A Saturday

It was a good morning. Make that a superb morning. Early. Quiet. Cold. I made a pretty picture of the light. I wrote splendid words and luxuriated in the bliss of coffee plus peace plus sourdough toast. And then shortly after toast I got very angry. Livid. Volcanic. I snapped. Zero to fury in four…

Made Of Such Things

Yesterday I went for a run in the rain because there are certain ghosts which are only active on rainy days. Certain witchy folk too. Like most of these things, I found out by accident years ago. At a race in another town, far from the finish line, a gentle sprinkle turned into a raging…