“What will they say about us?” That’s what my inner muse spoke this morning? “...when we are but dust in the wind and our way of life is no more”, she continued. I knew, with words like that, I had to write today. So unlike yesterday and the day before when I felt like napping … Continue reading Days of my Life #46
I’m entitling this piece: Where Was I? Or... Attempting to hop back on my train of thought even though I’ve been continuously derailed. It’s so damn easy to get distracted these days. Just a few months ago I was visiting friends and family in LaLaLand, celebrating my big 7-0, then considering a new career in … Continue reading Days of my Life #45
Are you at a loss for what to do? I am. And this is odd, since I have always thought my creativity was endless, that it would never be a problem to imaginatively concoct/solve something/anything which would occupy my time, give me a feeling of satisfaction and cause further exploration. Am I complaining? Naw! What … Continue reading Days of my Life #17
Breakfast was filling if nothing else; shredded wheat and oat milk with a touch of dark brown sugar and some “why bother” decaf. I have already begun my day by perusing the news and email. Yuck! Even the travel ads are having the “How can I get excited by armchair excursions?”challenge. Just the other day … Continue reading Days of my Life #16
Good morning campers! It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining and I slept through the night like a normal (whatever that is) person! The dogs are still asleep as is, it appears, everyone else in my house. Birds chirp outside and I imagine a soprano singing falalala like a Disney movie. Today, ladies and … Continue reading Days of my Life #11
My dreams are having a hard time differentiating reality and fantasy. Yes, I know, having studied sleepy time dreams of ride the rainbow elephants across possible planes of existence, their meaning, REM sleep patterns, out of body experiences, etc., I am aware we often are using our dreams to work though the challenges of unreal … Continue reading Is there No Escape???
Yeah, yeah, some of you may know about my work, transforming trash into art, http://www.janetbernson.com (plug) but perhaps you are unaware of the real reason I make my art? I’ll explain as best I can. I am a died in the organic, sustainably raised, sheared by hand, wool environmental activist nut-job, at least that’s what … Continue reading Talking (about) Trash – It’s in our hands, stupid.
I had promised myself I would not get political in this blog. Not because I’m apolitical; on the contrary, I am, without a doubt, a dyed in the wool, scum progressive with woo woo ideas of love, peace and pass the organically grown hempseed milk and shade grown dark roasted coffee bean latte and can … Continue reading Chicken Big…
I woke this morning from another toss and turn night - like on a small boat in a big-swelled sea, feeling achy and a tad anxious, though anxiety-wise, not about today’s upcoming travels as is often the case. It is now apparent that my two days of Theraphi administered by the kind and able Marcio … Continue reading Day 11- Reflections on travel, health, eventful days..