On this day’s sun

Stella this morning looking towards the sun, her position concealing the large open, untreatable tumor on her face that is the reason she is currently in hospice care. Stella’s human is enduring a personal emergency of her own and was called away from her girl but her human uncle is there with her during the … Continue reading On this day’s sun

2016 Liberation of Boobs

I’m walking Quinn and we had to sprint past a very angry sprinkler for the length of one house and in that short burst, My bra decided it’d had enough of this gd shit (didn’t sign up for this level of jiggling, etc) and starting with the left strap, began to shimmy it’s way off … Continue reading 2016 Liberation of Boobs

Spider veins like a samurai

Spider veins: one of the lesser-known signs of the apocalypse. A moment of gratitude for joining me on this journey especially if you’re here without judgment and aren’t either full of shit or full of yourself which are actually exactly the same thing. I personally hope I am neither of them yet could also entertain … Continue reading Spider veins like a samurai

Here it comes

Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right. Nineteen pet sits today, up at 5, lots more dogs than cats (this irregular/imbalanced truth often arrives like the rush of retail), Greta and Tala’s (and Sophies [see Come See Me, Sophie]) family leaving later because new baby is teething, colder day, easier on the … Continue reading Here it comes

Smrt Shopper

“Do you need a bag for this?” when you’ve forgot your reusable. Like I’m gonna ruin my planet for a plastic bag not even strong enough to scoop the cat box offerings into. When, obviously, I don’t need a bag, dumbo; I’m perfectly fine doing what I always do which is carrying it exquisitely stacked … Continue reading Smrt Shopper

Our people

I’ve lost a lot of very good people to this truth. But first, I lost myself. Because we’re not born into the education about how to flow with the growth of our own life. We’re born into the construct of the five senses, and instructed to bow to the mores of a society which we’re … Continue reading Our people

Calling it

I don’t buy things for myself very often. My deal is that when you keep buying--thoughtlessly proceeding into consumerism--you never calm your self enough to discover the truest source of happiness. It’s not about the shoes; it’s never about the shoes. But I gotta say I think I’m calling it on these ratty pieces of … Continue reading Calling it

Donated shorts

Sometimes when you rise in the morning, the light in the room holds echoes of the ancestors and other worlds, and in a speechless wisdom of such purity you can hear them saying: “No. Don’t wear those shorts; they shrunk and you’re already bloated.” And sometimes you’re wise and you listen, and sometimes you gotta … Continue reading Donated shorts

The Interiors of People

Quote/poem by Catherine "Kitty" O’ Meara. I just saw that Jared Leto had been off on a 12 day meditation retreat and came back to civilization today to realize it’s now basically gone, and my first thought was how cool and lucky he was to be off doing that so that now he can be … Continue reading The Interiors of People