January 25, 2022
Gleanings
- And so I play to play. I ski to ski. It’s joy. I feel good doing it.
- Doing nothing, I have come to appreciate, is a pastime. And a worthy one, at that.
- At such times, she knew, you must just put on spiritual dungarees and remain in them until things are running smoothly again.
- I am reading the last of Willis’ Time Travelling Historians series and it’s perfection and maybe while reading To Say Nothing of the Dog is when I got my idea….
- The Sargasso Sea is, unusually, bordered by four ocean currents and has no shores.
- Still, during a January that feels interminable, I decided to toy with adding a bit of color into our lives (and to finally fix a hinge that’s been broken for the past year and a half).
- What’s it like to live in long-term care during a Covid outbreak?
- the impossible, unreasonable, but inescapable feeling that I should have been able to comfort him, to hold him, to save him.
- After ignoring my body for so many years, I am not cued into the messages it sends me. I can feel aches, sore muscles, and even butterflies in my stomach, and yet remain clueless as to their origin.
- I’m delighted that more and more people are back blogging or have resumed ones they had abandoned.
- But I guess some of my river systems (the way I’m thinking of the quilting) have meandered and idled and I’ve finished my spools.
- Today I set my intention for 2022 – to be good enough.
- Does anyone else wonder whether the universe orchestrated this eclectic mix of departures?
- Look at it! It’s so intriguing. Published by a wartime reprint house, it’s small enough to tuck into a pocket, and warns that titles in this series may soon be out of print due to paper shortages – talk about stimulating demand.
- But what might become possible if I choose a different story of needing others, of there being nothing to prove, of re-framing and reconsidering the narrative that has been created around the word “dependence” and “dependent.”
- Bones are big how exactly? And compared to what? Compared to the societal ideal that women should take up as little space as possible?
- Maybe it sounds morbid, but you know Fanny Howe was correct. I won’t be able to tell you what I love when I’m gone
- It can be moving without being perfect.
- We preferred if people called us intelligent or interesting. Or even cranky or cantankerous or grouchy. But never ‘nice’.
