not-quite Journaling, 63
Out
of autumn’s
bones, she springs
gloriosa--a
warming rebellion
for
the Winter Solstice.
12/21/2023: I know this gloriosa daisy will be dead rather soon, but
for right now… “It’s alive!!!” I hope the Winter Solstice added a bit (or a
lot) of warmth and liveliness to your day--goodness knows the whole world
can use some bright.
When
life breaks,
I
stitch stories to whole
my
pieces together.
12/24/2023: Do you have a piece of writing or art you go back to again and again… when life’s kicks get too brutal? Well, this is mine. I haven’t written a new story or added any chapter to my existing work in some time. I’m starting to feel the lack. I haven’t been slacking, just tired and nauseated and bleeding and growling at a headache that refuses to let me go. I will see my doctors in a couple of days, tests have been scheduled, and just thinking about all the time I might (will?) be spending at the hospital increases my exhaustion. I’m going to write myself a story to relax to; something dark and delicious sprinkled with red and black, gardens and skulls, love and defiance, books and hammers--all my favorite things.
I
can’t
be
all
I was,
but
I will reclaim
some.
12/31/2023: My
goal for 2024 is to accomplish the goals I set in 2023, which I should have
completed in 2022, because I made a promise in 2021, which I planned in 2020,
from a list I started in 2019…
All right, the truth is that I’ve no idea what I did with any of those lists. I can’t even remember which goals got done and which didn’t. So, I’ll make it easier for myself, in 2024, and keep my goals list short and doable: I Will Reclaim Where I Can and Adapt Where I Cannot. More on this in future posts. Right now, I wish, I wish, I wish that the coming year is a bit kinder to you, to me, and to the whole wide world.
Also,
I might’ve paraphrased the whole goals bit from a meme by an unknown author.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #108: Beginning.
