When life gives you an internal sludge swamp of emotions, read. Preferably about BIG MYSTERIOUS THINGS, and convince yourself you’re interested (and interesting?) for a while.
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Do it while you can (or, why is there any quantum to fluctuate?)
Something has to change. There are some small relational things that shrink my world to fit them. My perception is distorted and suddenly these minor things become the most urgent and important things in my world. Considering that this often involves colleagues/acquaintances, let’s just say that these relationships are certainly not the be and endContinue reading “Do it while you can (or, why is there any quantum to fluctuate?)”
Felicity, by Mary Oliver.
Re-reading a book of poems, the title of which is my name. Yes, I decided to read it for my name, and the timing of my re-reading is helpful and calming. Also I want to say “these poems were written for me!” as a poet who touches us often creates this feeling. But really, IContinue reading “Felicity, by Mary Oliver.”
