September 15th, 2021 First of all, one of my guinea pigs escaped when he heard I was rinsing bell peppers. This is what I looked up to see. Secondly, after reading several hundred pages of old Tumblr blogs and diary entries and WordPress posts from now-defunct sites starting from 2008, I decided … More September Diaries
Le beau took me to the unpaved trail by the lake. When our bikes hit the loose gravel, I was reminded of the time we went off-roading in Colorado. On the trail, my legs burned. It was up, up, up, and then down. And then back up. We then turned back around, where I felt … More Déjà Vu
Lately, we’ve been on the same wavelength in slightly eerie, but mostly sweet, ways. Like how he’ll dream of a specific situation that I wake up in the morning drawn to. Or how we’ll both blurt out “thanks for cleaning the apartment” and “thank you for putting your stuff up” at the same time. Or … More Like Fish in Water
We’re all the same type of people, loners who love and lone together, and there is no other relationship more fulfilling than knowing that you’re someone else’s person (not even in a romantic context) and they’re yours. … More Stream
This morning, bleary-eyed and still in bed, I found myself thinking about psychologist Dr. Ainsworth’s study on attachment styles in infants and how it affects relationships in adults. In the experiments, researchers studied how infants responded to their mothers’ departure and return. Some of the children were friendly when mom was present, sad when mom … More On Love, Attachment, and Rock
One psychology article that stuck with me revolved around happiness and memory. How our happiness, or lack thereof, goes hand-in-hand with the stories we craft. The stories of our lives, the stories of ourselves. These stories help us create meaning and to make sense of the world around us. … More Stories We Craft
It’s a shame this book has been relegated to the bottom shelf of an aisle reserved for tarot users and palm readers My interest in psychotherapy has expanded from the typical Western psychiatric meds approach – muted dose of lithium and serotonin and dopamine – to something most decidedly not Western and thus Relegated to … More To Grow
Like a two year old, I’m starting to re-marvel at the mind, and how the people around us can only infer so much from the things we deliberately say. It’s like that quote from Murakami I always circle back to, whenever I feel tired or misunderstood or whatever: “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.” … More The Morning
There are more sparklers, quiet starts, sputters and spins than full blown fireworks. The most exciting one is the giant sno-cone styled one that L chose. It shoots off for a solid minute, pauses, spits more sparks, stops, fountain of light. We don’t trust it when it stops going off. A runs over to pour beer into it. … More Fourth of July Weekend
I suppose in the end it’s a desperate struggle to make room for yourself in this world, by leaving behind stories, hoping they’ll suffice and be able to construct a near perfect image of our souls. A carbon dating for the experiences we’ll have buried. It’s terrifying, the yawning void. I used to be scared … More Daily Blog #474 : Of writing and telling people too much
There’s an upper level to ruggedness. We all have one. Well. I hit mine today when we veered off the boulder-infested roads, dipped into a steep hill, sped manically through unpaved meadow, plowed on forward towards another steep hill, faced an intimidatingly 90 degrees towards the cloudy skies, and found ourselves staring at the physically insurmountable mound of dirt, unable to move forwards or back. … More The One Where We Get Lost In The Woods And Stuck On A Steep Backroads Dirt Mound In The Middle Of A Storm
Sitting on the balcony of a condo near Breckenridge, Colorado. Facing the mountains, rolling hills, pine trees, mountain homes. It’s cold outside. Late June. My headache is starting to subside. Of course, I would be the one to exceed the maximum dosage 4x on an empty stomach, rolling through cycles of intensity in five long, … More Jump Street & Symphony of Moo’s
Sitting by the creek with a coffee and bagel. Listening to the running water, comforting and consistent. I’m across the place where we saw the deer yesterday, who greeted us with her presence and loped off. This morning, I peeked on Instagram and saw a video by a friend that I needed to see. A … More By the Creek with a Coffee
Words can’t describe how happy I am. We’re in the tiny house right now in Colorado. Colorado! It’s besides a creek, with a deck, outdoor seating, and adorable tiny house amenities–including some pots and pans: I just made some hibiscus tea. As I stepped out of the truck, weary and curious, a deer stood across … More Off-Roading In The Mountains
