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Three dots What are they writing, what are they thinking? Will they send? Three dots Like a three-line poem “If you love something, set it free…” Three dots Like those famous three words That proved to be way better than … Lire la suite →

It is just a after three in the morning and I am at my brother’s home in the country. So many trees and open space to comfort me. I step outside into the warm winter morning, into the darkness illuminated … Lire la suite →

Yesterday marked Day Fifty of this Strange New World in which we live. I have refined my daily routines to a specificity that embraces my ID, fits my EGO and and enhances my SUPEREGO. My OCD is in exaltation and … Lire la suite →

Station one, day one, condemned to our dens, self-isolation begins, crucified by the thorns of our chosen lives, our own minds, some will whither, some will thrive. Station two, the dining bench has become my work bench. Station three, the … Lire la suite →

Day twenty-four. The isolation used to make me feel invisible and forgotten but now it just makes me normal, and so it began gloriously for me. But as work resumes and real life comes trickling back, I am mentally revolting, … Lire la suite →

Is it strange that I am doing just fine being confined to my little bubble, My Queendom, as I’ve called it many times, and that what I worry about, what I am, in fact, fearful of, is what comes afterward; … Lire la suite →

Occupying just a few square inches of space, I am amazed and appreciative of the hours and hours of pleasure experienced through learning via the thought-provoking, mind-expanding, and vocabulary-enriching content of books. My new favourite thing to do is to … Lire la suite →

« For some years now, a heated controversy has flared up among scientists. Can plants think? Are they intelligent?…this threatens to blur the boundary between plants and animals…The distinction between plant and animal, is, after all, arbitrary and depends on the … Lire la suite →

Resource: Edward Abbey’s « Desert Solitaire, » chapter titled « The Heat of Noon: Rock and Tree and Cloud. » « We need  wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go … Lire la suite →

Identifying the curriculum helped. For a day. Yesterday. I washed the floors and dusted, read one chapter from each of the three books I have on the go, wrote a blog post, ran out-of-door errands despite the rain, bottled kambucha … Lire la suite →