Just realized this is how I've been reacting to events around me for the last few days. Taking the constant murder and rocket alarms pretty stoically then unexpectedly blowing up over a minor almost-unrelated setback.
It’s a hell of a thing. Usually transitory but should be attended to. We only get to be here once, might as well keep all the gears working. And my condolences again for all that has happened.
It’s amazing how much I love your writing. I am going to re-read the sloth story, when I have an anxiety attack. It’s amazing, how a total stranger can reach into our hearts, & mind, as you have done. This was laugh out loud funny at times. It was the line about the pet ambulance 🚑 and the stained glass of Jebus & Sloth😂
This was great. I genuinely lost it at the sloth Catholic church. Another winning post as usual
Thanks. I tried to find the balance of genuine, funny, and helpful.
This was hilarious.
You know some of my best friends are Catholic sloths? Definitely not me though... ok it's me. You better attend my sloth funeral.
This is such a weird memory because I don’t do this kind of thing almost at all anymore.
That's good
Just realized this is how I've been reacting to events around me for the last few days. Taking the constant murder and rocket alarms pretty stoically then unexpectedly blowing up over a minor almost-unrelated setback.
It’s a hell of a thing. Usually transitory but should be attended to. We only get to be here once, might as well keep all the gears working. And my condolences again for all that has happened.
This post made me think of a poem I wrote about three years ago. So I will share it here.
BEAUTiFUL EARTHY cREATuRE
I watch her through a window.
Her alertness detects nothing.
Seeing, she does not see me
and my stillness is not heard.
Abundant, silky, brown hair
fully clothes her without cloth.
Her ample, beautiful body
proclaims her healthfulness.
I find much pleasure in simply
watching her eat a large salad.
She ravenously consumes her
abundant, very verdant meal.
I so rarely see her when looking
and when she is gone very long
I find myself missing her deeply.
Upon her return I feel great joy.
I say, “There is my good friend.”
But she doesn’t know me at all,
and she can never meet me for
we are from different worlds.
She can’t speak my language
and her tongue is foreign to me.
She is an emotional creature.
I live in a largely logical sphere.
And so I must remain a voyeur,
captivated by moments of time.
But, I am thankful, even for the
brief visits with my woodchuck.
— R.G. Hannaford
Thank you for that - so heartrending & crazy silly at the same time. I thought I had engulfing inner monologues but they're paltry compared to yours.
It’s amazing how much I love your writing. I am going to re-read the sloth story, when I have an anxiety attack. It’s amazing, how a total stranger can reach into our hearts, & mind, as you have done. This was laugh out loud funny at times. It was the line about the pet ambulance 🚑 and the stained glass of Jebus & Sloth😂