Sundays

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Sundays should invoke ritual, whether one is religious or atheist. I find myself more meditative in my daily task; I find myself hearing scripture out of literature or podcasts; I see myself seeking some sort of downtime regardless. Time is a framework, and we certainly behave accordingly. I often treat Sundays as mock-vacation.  Ask yourself, what do you differently on vacation than at home? Walk, tour, cultural arts, dine well… You don’t need to hop on a plane for this. “Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.” – H.W. Longfellow I’ve never had a plan or an idea for what I write once a week. I just look at the time and see *now* sit … Read More

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The Deepest Grandest…Sigh

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I didn’t go downstairs to stand in the horseshoe parking lot with one hundred other curious souls this afternoon during the eclipse. It’s not that I was nonpulsed about it though. I watched a live stream via NASA on my ipad during my lunch break, as the two were simultaneous; then I viewed through special glasses outside of a broker’s office window as the dark orange encapsulated. I’m ‘meh’ about the visuals and more about the feels. Because here I am hoping, the entire globe chills the F out for a sec and presses the reset button. In our personal lives, maybe. On the macro level, that would be winning the Powerball. Whether one is an astrological mocker or astronomically … Read More

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An Authority

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When I used to think myself an authority I see this picture of a woman in leggings and a sports bra in the headstand pose and I admire it. I try to do my headstands weekly, but it’s fallen out of habit (not favor). I am attracted to this image, the lifestyle it represents, a familiarity I know from having once thrown myself fully into it. I lived it and breathed it and spoke knowledgeably on; and people always asked me questions or for my advice. I exuded someone who might have an answer. I spoke publicly on many occasions. The picture is really an other, and it currently feels distant. An old me, to be honest. I wonder when … Read More

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Spill

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Word spill. (byline: Fake News is Still News) Surprise! Not a Sunday. I’ve been mentally working on a blog post of sources-articles-evidence refuting current thought; refuting current animosity. I’m still gleeful while others are depressed and despondent. I caught a few minutes of NPR this eve sharing how busloads of people from multiple cities are caravaning into D.C. from just as many multiple cities to both celebrate and protest Trump’s inauguration on January 20th. There were protest clips from Bush’s inauguration. [every time there is a comparison in a news feed, consider why the author-producer chose it] It’s fucking exciting, regardless. It really is the same intensity as Obama’s win. New-different-brave-scary. No one knows what to expect. No one knows. … Read More

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I Just Can’t

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Everything online is so annoying to me. It’s provocative and petty. I don’t even know what the point of my Twitter account is anymore and it has way more credit than having a Facebook account. I only got on Facebook to have a music page, but now I rarely even listen to music and vaguely recognize a singing self in me. I do not sing everyday like I once did. I do drink a glass of wine every evening so I’m certain my vocals are less smooth, less clean. I would have to dry out for a few days before I even showed my face in a studio, absolutely. Every time I open Facebook I wonder why I did. Every … Read More

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