All The Sacrilege

The woodpecker who tries to peck Jesus every year has returned. He’s out there banging away at the metal Messiah. It reverberates through the gully and into my house. The Jesus Crack House. So named for the giant cracks in the brick facade on the West end, and for the giant crucified Jesus which looks…

Wellness Today–Been So Far

Come on, people. Who would want to be less informed? Less educated? Less experienced? Who would want to be less knowledgeable or less skilled than she is now? — Mercy

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…

Wash That Gay Right Out Of My Hair

What are the odds? I publish a blog about a bisexual bob and THIS is the shampoo I’m offered in a hotel the very next weekend. It was another quick road-trip weekend for me and Peaco. Unfortunately our streak of rain-outs continues and he was stuck in the hotel and/or my bag for most of…

Today’s Wellness Brought To You By The Number Eight

I go on and on about how wellness is work. It doesn’t just happen. We have to work at it. And we’re never done. We never arrive at wellness. We practice it, or more to the point, we practice its maintenance. This morning’s work was not a run. The work was getting myself out the…

Hysterical Head, Bisexual Hair

Imagine you have long hair. Girl or boy, doesn’t matter. Long hair, no bangs. Boys and girls alike wear their hair this way. Imagine that by May the daily temperatures where you live are already above 90 degrees. You try to wear a ponytail. Or a bun. Or a man-bun. Or tuck it up in…

Science, Mystery, Royals, and Balladeers

Tomorrow it will be time to tear more frags but I still haven’t written about the frags I tore last week. It’s been that kind of week. Prosperous is an element. It is the mystical cousin of phosphorus. Rather than a chemical element with an atomic number it is a supernatural element with dead-language glyphs….

Niyama On A String

Dear friends, readers, world at large, Stop trying to meditate. Give up. It begins. I’ll explain. The Chef came home with a Just Because gift last week. You know, such as when one might receive flowers without a designated occasion or associated holiday but rather “just because.” I received Just Because dragonflies. It’s a solar…

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…

Once Upon A Fragment

I’m just now getting caught up from our trip to Alabama. Many of the bloggers I follow call it re-entry. As in re-entry to normal daily routine, or in my case, normal daily practice. I tore these frags on Monday. I finally get to write about them on Friday Saturday. Recognized is one of those…

April Work Release; Week Four

The end of April brings me to the end of weekly Work Release posts. This was an experiment. Now that I’ve seen it through for the full month I am definitely going back to monthly posts. I discovered that if I show my work every week I don’t make time to write about anything else….