not-quite Journaling, 12
the wild and weird
or get out of my garden.
the Fair Folk mushroom
an explosion of tulips
greets the supermoon
4/26/2021: I didn’t get a chance to see any of 2020’s supermoons--the weather was less than ideal, my health was a mess, and 2020 suckethed very mucho. But I think tonight will be perfect for moon watching. More photos HERE.
4/29/2021: During a discussion about what works (for me) when it comes to dealing with pain and exhaustion caused by chronic illnesses and a crappy immune system, someone told me, “You’re lucky and privileged to be healthy and young.” Instead of screaming “You don’t know wtf you’re talking about!”, I shared this poem.
to the familiar
sounds of my city
(buses and birdsong) and the howls
of April, not going gently
into this good
4/30/2021: There were also sticks clacking a mad chant around the balcony. To watch the video that inspired the poem (and more of my ramblings), click HERE.
feel your magic
4/30/2021, too: This chocolate cherry sunflower seed popped out of the soil in 3 days! And yes, my makeshift greenhouse is extremely sophisticated.
aloe to my little friend.
5/3/2021: I know… GROAN! But don’t judge me. I spent the day being squeezed and pulled by mammogram and ultrasound technicians. My sore boob and I deserve an immature giggle or three.
5/4/2021: The Frida-Leia ACEO and the painting on the background were created by my friends Shelle and Stacy, respectively.
fierce tulips still bloom
5/7/2021: Rain left these petals looking droopy, then came the sun and... curl!
the poem nature wrote
with her teeth.
It’s true--she wrote me with teeth,
claws, and tender storms.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #69: I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot!