we have a trio, folks

no more "wings", no more glittery "white glove" and no more "sweepstakes"..

when sleep eludes me

Hmm…well, I was hot. Then my brain would NOT power down. I started thinking about a bazillion things, then experienced anxiety about moving and what I’m going to do with some bigger items, and work (is my job secure?), is my parents’ health okay?…the stuff that keeps a lot of adults up at night I suppose. So I went outside and sat on the porch for a while (about 12:30) and watched a couple satellites, and a rather large bat fly over, listened to somebody do their dishes and enjoyed the cool breeze for a while.

to everything, there is a season

today i walked down the street with an umbrella in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other...in redding, california.

gray matter

she goes there early...to decorate the hall with gerbera daisies and artful cards with various Zen-like sayings carefully placed on tables with tea lights and confetti. she senses that her own life (as she knows it) is about to turn topsy turvy...and still she decorates and celebrates...herself.

Once In A Lifetime

Talking Heads rule the day...although I have to disagree with the line: "same as it ever was"...because this sure as hell doesn't look like Kansas to me.

hey! i think i know you

this little treat popped up in a strange area of my backyard. (thank you birds!!) i think that this little dandy is a sunflower. what do you think? these are my favorite of flowers. they're hearty and make me smile...every time. about 10 years ago, a couple others just sprouted up out of the rocks of another of my backyards. let's hope it grows tall and strong...it will get plenty of sun at my place.

Jane Doe; Gold Star

I'm not sure if you journal at all. If you do - have you ever gone back to take a look at old entries? Or as a student - ever taken a look at old papers?

There was this brilliant professor in the Women's Studies department at Chico State in the early 2000's. This professor intimidated the shit out of me. I admired the hell out of her. I wrote excellent papers and got grades that refelected as much. But I remember her reminding us to take a look at our work as we grew as students, and as professionals. She said that we'll look back and say "Okay, that wasn't deep" when we thought we submitted a paper that was just that...or a proposal that we thought was spot on. And it might have been...for the time.

What I'm saying here isn't don't try. Write that paper, submit that proposal...or strive for whatever goal it is you set for yourself.

What I am saying is this: what we do is always subject to revision and improvement.

And thank Goddess for that.

Keep plugging along.....

A