not-quite Journaling, 59
Happy and strange words are my home.
8/29/2023: I haven’t
written new dark fiction in some time. But yesterday, I started working on the
profile of a delightfully creepy character--I enjoyed learning about her job,
her wants, her friends, her habits, her wonderfully weird ways--and every
sentence felt like coming home.
writing as in reading, I love strange characters: Remedios la Bella from One
Hundred Years of Solitude, Tiffany Aching from Discworld, Merricat
from We’ve Always Lived in the Castle, Luna Lovegood from Harry
Potter… These characters’ actions, feelings, quirks (and quite often
their wardrobes) are a treat.
on this equinox,
I’ll let autumn rain cleanse pain
of flesh and spirit
favorite way to celebrate the Autumnal Equinox involves cleaning and cleansing
my altar, garden, home, body… Since my flesh and bones and I haven’t been
feeling exactly grand, only my body and altar received some attention. But when
we need, Nature provides. I couldn’t take care of my garden, so she sent rain
and words to complete my ritual. See? Life doesn’t suck.
the best exhibits
for the eyes and heart
9/27/2023: After a few days of gloominess, the sun has blessed New York City with its presence; so, I went for a long walk. I saw bees (okay, a bee) enjoying flowers, mushrooms popping for some light, and a baseball delighting in a reflective swim. Nature is the best hostess.
9/29/2023: I lost a friend a couple of weeks
ago. I find myself dreaming about her often (in every dream, she’s hosting a
glorious tea party in the Summerland). She looks pain-free and happy. Still,
I miss her…
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #96: What, for you, conjures up Home?