feeling

Do you ever feel like the pain of being alive is just too much? I don’t know what it is. Sometimes I think it’s hormones. Sometimes I think it’s empathy. Sometimes I wonder if it’s fibromyalgia (joke, but also I do have it so it can be honestly hard to know.. *laugh-cry*). Seriously though. I …

squishmallow

It it is a glorified pillow with eyeballs. And it is a thing of beauty. You can squish it. You can hug it. You can toss it. You can arrange it on your couch. You can arrange it on your bed. (“bop it! twist it! pull it!” comes to mind) Anyway they are cute, they …

tuesday

Today is a Tuesday. The picture is from a walk last night. This moment in time: sitting on the couch, wearing my favorite purple sweater, with my cat Atticus lying near me on the ground, floofy back towards me, floofy white inside his ears just *so.* I hear a bird outside cawing. The sun is …

the un-critical self

Since I was raised in conservative, somewhat legalistic religion, I was trained to have some particular thought patterns- to “take every thought captive” (2 Cor 10:5). To not lust. To *make my thoughts* be … something. Metacognition is thinking about thinking. It’s like one of those mirrors reflecting back another mirror. For anyone with a …

my cat

My cat inspires me. Atticus. He inspires me because he’s getting older and what he does differently, because of that, is rest more. When he’s tired, he lies down. When he wants to snuggle, he jumps up next to you, and sits on top of you. When he’s hungry, he goes to his food bowl. …