Five things I’ve figured out about how my brain works: It processes instructions disturbingly literally. Example: my partner phoned me from the post office, asking if they had forgotten their wallet at home. I checked, and yes, it was. They asked me to come to the post office, and I…
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Redemption for a worrying mind
Spring equinox is just around the corner. As usual, I don’t feel ready. For the light, for the heat. For the expectations. Still, there is something stirring within me. My feet are yearning to tread the paths of forest and field. My lungs don’t agree, seeing as they’ve spent the past…
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Choosing to thrive
Coming in for landing, at last. New home, nest, lair. New base of operations. Smaller, fewer people. Even more family-like. Priority was given to easy logistics around getting kids to school and ourselves to work, and proximity to forest. Reasonable heating costs. I’ve really grown up, haven’t I? I’m not…
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Will you hold a space for me?
Will you hold a space for me? Will you welcome me home at the end of a long day if I come bringing pain or shining with joy with cleansing water with your familiar scent with your deep embrace will you carry me over the threshold to a space where…
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It’s alive!
*dramatic drum roll followed by fanfare* It’s alive! After two weeks of wrestling with WordPress, acutely aware of my utter lack of website building competence, a new blog has risen from the ashes of Scribo, ergo sum. Welcome, each and everyone, to Poetic Life. I am shedding my old pseudonym Winterdragon and will henceforth…
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To blog or not to blog, that is the question
Been thinking about why I stay committed to blogging. Not all that committed, admittedly, seeing as I’ve averaged a measly one post per month for the past few years. The occasional poem, photo, lament or squee of glee for the past twelve years or so, and still I haven’t decided…
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Putting down roots
Putting down roots can be scary. The deeper they grow, the more painful the uprooting will be. Is it worth growing roots in a place if we know we will not remain there? We constantly struggle with the impermanence of existence. Home is a story we tell ourselves, in…
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What quitting Facebook did to my FOMO
I stopped logging into Facebook about half a year ago. My partner suggested I’d leave off for a couple of weeks when I complained about feeling stressed. I gave it a go, in face of the fear of missing out. I was afraid my friends would forget about me if…
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My not-to-do-list
I swear I had a profound idea for a blog post the other day. I remember standing by the kitchen sink as it hit me, and I thought that this is too interesting to forget, so I won’t bother writing it down. Naturally, the idea has now escaped me. Drained…
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I love to walk
I love to walk To see the world in the available light To feel the horizon urging me on Grateful to wake up warm and dry Grateful to wake up at all Resting in the dark Turning to the light Reflecting grateful for what has been Excited to discover the…