Monday- the world’s shortest horror story

I spent an incalculable amount of time updating the look of this blog this morning. WordPress makes everything more complicated than it has to be. Like I actually had to google how to add my Twitter feed to the home page! I suppose I’m just fed up with the amount of time I’m wasting online but then I don’t have anything else to do between part time work and finding real work again. More frustration. Mondays have always brought out the worst in me- ever since I could remember how to tell the days of the week. Seems like a … Continue reading Monday- the world’s shortest horror story

The sounds in the sea of dreams

I’ve been asked if I dream in color or black and white. I do neither – at least I don’t think I do. The few memorable dreams I’ve had recently were more vivid in sound than sight. They were more vivid in feel (meaning ,when I woke, I could feel on my person where my dream broke off).  I don’t dream much anymore. The few times I might are as vivid in smell, sound and touch than sight.  #vivid Continue reading The sounds in the sea of dreams

Exquisite solitude 

When I was younger I longed for solitude. From my rebellious teenage years all the way into my early 40’s. I thought of the wonderful and exquisite time I could spend just doing and living for me.  Now it’s here. And I dread the long hours alone and in silence. I try to will the cats and dog to speak back. They don’t. The work routine brings some movement to my tongue and vocal chords for about 40 hours a week. But that’s a superficial environment. It just enables me to continue the solitude. What an exquisitely defining moment it … Continue reading Exquisite solitude