not-quite Journaling, 6
autumn lies dreaming
dreams of spring
2/1/2021: I’ve never been able to see a fallen oak leaf without
thinking of autumn. The feeling gets stronger in winter (since in the cold,
I always yearn… for warmer things). So, today, while good old NYC is being
blanketed by snow, I am thinking of autumn and spring (and wondering what’s
keeping summer-thoughts away).
tales of winter
printing primavera hints
on a snow canvas
2/6/2021: On my latest walk back from the hospital, I found myself looking for flowers (a silly thing, I know, since it’s the middle of winter). Still, I searched… After walking almost three miles, and seeing no blooms, my hopes were diminishing. Then, I ran into a small bush of wild daisies peeking through the snow. No, I did not fail to notice that they looked… dead(ish). I just also realized that they were pregnant with seeds. The latter inspired me to do a little dance (the cackles were inspired by the sight of several New Yorkers staring at the mad woman dancing on the sidewalk).
shadow, spewing unkindness,
will seethe when ignored
2/9/21: The other day, I glimpsed an individual, who delights in spreading poisonous rumors, being consumed by helplessness-infused rage fed by the realization that no one cared about them or their nonsense; for a not-so strange reason, the wicked sight made me grin for a long, long, long time. 😁 Yep, I’m a terrible woman! Bwahahaha!
Chaos is fun,
2/11/2021: A few years ago
(while drunk on ridiculousness, I’m sure),
I decided that storing my blackouts in a box (no order necessary) would
be a splendid idea. I convinced myself that organizing the whole thing later
would be fun. What was I thinking! 😭
Now, the only thing I’m sure of is that the process will take months—I hope you are ready for a reposting (or 13), since
I keep finding bits I wish to reshare. That, at least, is fun.
Snow coats New York City roofs and a green pepper grows—winter magic.
for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #58: Is It Spring Yet?).