About the lack of posts…

I’m sorry. I was consistent for a really long time. 

So here’s the thing. I’m really busy. I’m really stressed. I’m sorting through some not-very-fun life things.

Thus, I do not have two spare brain cells to rub together. Don’t worry, I’m Doing Okay. Like I said, just busy. Just tired. And in the grand scheme of things, I love this blog, but there are very few immediate consequences to not doing it. Right now, my energy needs to go elsewhere. 

And that’s Okay. 

Slowly, surely, I’m convincing myself that it’s okay to not do everything. Every bird needs to roost eventually.

I’m also trying very hard to appreciate the little joys right now. Like this chair I bought. Look at this chair!

I saw this chair at my church’s rummage sale and fell head-over-heels in love. It’s a little thing with slim lines, probably late nineteenth or early twentieth century.
And it has a Green Man!!!

Look! Look look look! It’s a Green Man (disgorging type), right there! Also called “foliate heads,” these guys show up in a lot of Medieval English cathedrals. They’re probably a pre-Christian fertility symbol and I absolutely love them.

“How much is that chair?” I asked breathlessly.

“A toonie?”

I rummaged through my pockets. “I have a dollar and fifteen cents.”

“Done.”

After considerable logistical planning, it’s now in my kitchen and it brings me joy every time I sit on it, or catch sight of the motif. And that, honestly, helps immensely. When a lot is crashing down, the smallest joys make the biggest difference.

And I think I once again wrote a blog post by accident. There is probably a lesson there, too. 😉

Anon, 

KT

What I’m Listening To This Week

A long time ago, I learned the Irish variant of “Loch Lomond,” which is titled “Red is the Rose.” The Scottish version has very similar lyrics of grief and loss. I particularly like this arrangement, though: it’s got the grief and loss, but the “dai dat” harmony running throughout suggests a marching-on and hopefulness.

Which I kinda need right now.

Posted on June 12, 2018, in Writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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