notes for the human heart
Ten days ago, my birthday came and went in quarantine. I am still recovering from it. It was like a wormhole, connecting me to a hundred memories and feelings related, specifically, to that day - to people and places that were and are gone - or gone to me. In the days surrounding my birthday,… Continue reading memory
The last couple of days have been stretched out blue. The kind of blue that lets white through, so that everything has a sort of sheen. My kitchen is a mess. The kind of mess that you avoid. I know there are a lot of you, dear Human Hearts, who know how to walk around… Continue reading the blue evaporates
I am thinking about solitude, today. Specifically, about the solitude that's been forced on many out there in the world who live alone. And less specifically about the solitude of those who have been forced to shelter in place without much solitude at all. A few weeks ago, at the beginning of March, when governors… Continue reading solitude & loneliness
When I began these notes to you, Dear Human Heart, it was my intent to write something everyday. I'm finding, though, that anxiety has crept in, and I've found myself circling this space, holding my breath. Anxiety feels as if it's everywhere, because it is. So many are concerned for their health - for the… Continue reading solitude within a pandemic
No Accounting for Happiness 