Looking around in awareness
This morning I had an adult-life stress-nightmare. Come: relive it with me... ...the sky was a threadbare blue, like faded jeans... I'm in my high-rise apartment and the sun is already so high I can't see it in my window. I need to drive to work! But I can't remember how to get to work.… Continue reading And Then I Flipped It
I'm starting to appreciate that I'm on a bridge. I want to just jump but it's too far. I want everything to suddenly be different but all I can do is change the angle, the optics, the perspective, and appreciate that I am moving.
One of my pet-peeves is when other drivers use high-beams when low-beams would be good enough. Our ability to see our surroundings depends on allowing our eyes to adjust to low-light so they can absorb the periphery as well as what is directly ahead.
I want to linger over this sequence: my hands are totally clean, my street clothes are covered, then the clothes over my clothes form a seal with brand new gloves and sleeves, and then (only then) I pick-up my N95.
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The only way I felt comfortable breaking my silence about 'they' was if I found a solution that promised never to hurt nonbinary people but, importantly, I could use to stop the progressive bandwagon from hurtling over a cliff into a snarky abyss. I was taking a shower when it dawned on me. For several minutes I laughed incredulously. This is not a solution that makes me look sophisticated...
My unconscious mind decided that I needed a "pandemi-ccupation" dream. Two sieges converged on a neutral setting: Cass County Michigan. Dreams happen in present-tense:
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