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The fight was fought. Never leaving the farm but for a moment to return to the end. Almost 30 years since the same fight took him; in the same place at the end. No fear in her confidence of the end. I hope she is right, and the next chapter is everything she knows toContinue reading “The End”

Last night there was a windstorm. Hollydog maybe hates the wind more than I do. But not by much. I slept fitfully with earplugs. And I dreamt. What is the reverse of a nightmare? Some emotional high; wordless. I don’t even know what it was about, just a feeling. Random unknown and wordless. Then waking,Continue reading “Windstorm”

I’m pretty sure that I got it from a baby. Like a literal baby. Bunch of nonsense. Now as I sit and try to type my nose drips drips drips, and it is driving me insane insane insane.

I acknowledge the vanity of writing. Specifically my writing, this writing. Writing as an art is beautiful and useful. Some writing is beautiful and useful. This is not. This is vanity. The idea that this writing does anything more than allow me to move thoughts to permanence is vanity. But I’ll allow it. For myself.Continue reading “On vanity”

In the middle of a busy day. To stay on track it just takes a moment to jot a thought. Goals. I feel tired and unenthusiastic. That’s not an inspirational recipe, yet I’m here. I’ll call it a win. Two down, six to go.

It shouldn’t take too long, a quick note, a game of chess. Start small and build it in to the days. Learn something. Focus. Breathe. I should probably eat before my million meetings.

I should probably write more. My family is so different from the one before my last entry. The snow is here again, so the circle spins. I’ve not been sleeping well. But my cooking is improving- Istanbuli musing. It turns out you can make pita bread at 11380 feet.

That’s a pretty big number, I suppose. Apparently, that’s approximately the number of neurons in the human brain and the number of stars in our galaxy and the number of galaxies in our universe. Now, I’m all about respecting coincidences, but I’d like to entertain a synchronistic thought today. If I am- we are- consciousContinue reading “100,000,000,000”

for a topic to write about. What is that thing called? When you have too many choices? So you don’t make any? You stare at the rows and rows of cereal forever. Decision paralysis I think or something like that. It isn’t that I can’t think of a topic to write about, but that thereContinue reading “Searching”

I think that I would like to write more. I used to write, frequently. But then I got married and I found that I no longer needed to write which had been something I did to explore my inner self. Now that exploration is shared and that’s a beautiful thing, but I’ve recently felt calledContinue reading “On Writing”