At this moment:
The calendar on my wall is stuck in the month of August
Beckett is taking a nap upstairs while I take some time to myself to ruminate and putter.
There are three things I think of anytime I'm feeling overwhelmed by work, toddler birthday parties, carnage, war, ebola, dead squirrels, a broken knee, lack of time and being a domesticated human in general. (I'm feeling a bit of that now, so these three things are placating the squeeze a bit.) Elephants, lentils and the moon. Elephants, because of their wise immensity, evolution and prehistory. Lentils, because each and every time I need to free myself from money and self-imposed pressure, lentils are there to nourish me on the cheap. And the moon, because it puts me in my place as a tiny blip on an earthy ball floating in a vast, mystifying universe.
It's Dia De Los Muertos - time to celebrate the dead rather than kill them off with fear, sadness and gore.
I tossed 100 dusty business cards into recycling bin. These were cards from former hairdressers and tattoo artists, copyeditors, florists, bakeries, restaurants, computer technicians, mixed tape specialists, textile designers, graphic designers, bone doctors, massage therapists, insurance agents... Rectangular identifiers that attempt to bridge the uncomfortable gap between someone doing something and someone doing something else.
