We Know

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Thomas Buttersworth [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

It’s a heavy week. Even the sky feels heavy, as if it knows. We don’t have to talk about why it’s a heavy week.

Because we know.

Each morning the sun rises, whether we see it or not, onward this planet goes in its over-sized celestial waltz, and we can’t help but wonder what used-to-be-shocks await us. Merriam-Webster’s word of the day was “agita.”

It knows.

So for now we bear the weight, we resist against the weight, because it’s all that we can do. We can try to ignore the weight, to pretend it doesn’t exist, but we’ll find ourselves bending under it, the risk of snapping ever-greater with each added brick.

But we, the writers, must imagine the lightness when the weight is gone, that extra buoyancy that will feel like floating when it’s finally lifted. The artists among us must visualize that airy future and give us each a tiny piece of a weightless tomorrow.

We must continue to tell the tale of how things can be different, how they were different, how they will be different again. This weight is not forever.

We know.

For more on my thoughts about Charlottesville and rising bigotry, please read An Open Letter to My Friends of Color.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

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Anyone Got a Spare Slayer?

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Last night I had the perfect idea for today’s blog post. I thought I should write it down, but then I told myself, nah, I’ll remember.

I didn’t remember.

It started with something snappy I was going to tweet, but then I didn’t tweet it because I was saving it for today. And here we are.

Meanwhile, I’m not really a “signs of the apocalypse” kind of person, but we’ve reached a stage where we can’t be certain we haven’t crossed the gates of Hell while we weren’t looking. HurricaneS, note the capital S, because we have more than one in the span of two weeks; the eclipse (remember the eclipse?); wildfires burning of control in the West; the threat of nuclear war; incredible flooding and it’s not just here. In Asia, more than 1,200 people have died in monsoons in recent weeks.

Where’s the Slayer when you need her?

So right now, I sit here with a sense of unreality, of a timeline violently trying to right itself, rebelling against everything that is just universally wrong. Like nazis hanging out, blatant as an overripe, more-than-slightly-moldy cheese, here in 2017.

So whatever that blog post might have been,here here we are. And whatever reality should be, here we are. In both cases, someplace we never thought we’d be.

For more on my thoughts about Charlottesville and rising bigotry, please read An Open Letter to My Friends of Color.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

 

Close only counts in horseshoes and epiphanies

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Caspar David Friedrich [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Leaning against my refrigerator door, my feet finding the remaining sticky spot on the floor I missed when my plastic bowl of cut melon decided to shuffle off this mortal fridge coil, I had an epiphany.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

I wanted to have an epiphany. It felt like a good moment for an epiphany, the fibers of my sock scruffing like velcro as moved away. But I don’t lie to you, hypothetical reader, so I admit my only real thoughts were this post and cleaning the floor.

Obviously.

But it was one of those moments, I’m sure you know the kind. when it feels like there’s something dangling just beyond your mental fingertips, something so close but not quite here yet. I cannot pick out the shapes in the mist, but the wind has shifted.

The wind has shifted.

And the sun will burn off the rest.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

Bit of a Trip Break for a Little Musing

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img_5588I’m taking a bit of a travel-blog break, as lovely as it is reliving the magic of my trip, but it’s also extremely time-consuming writing the posts and choosing the photos. Here’s a picture of a frigate bird, though, just because.

Did I mention I took A LOT of photos?

I’m also about to run out of hosting space here, so that’s another issue I need to work through before I move on to the bulk of my photos in the Galapagos. So much sorting to do!

I’ve been home for a week now, the technicolor reality of my vibrant trip subdued, muted by the imposition of reality. It’s almost impossible to believe, sitting on my sofa with the crisp autumn breeze through the window, that those few days ago I stood near the equator and saw a sea lion beg for fish in the fish market.

Don’t worry. I’ve got photos.

It’s funny how the past firmly becomes the past, no matter how you try to stall it. Time and humans; humans and time; one of us has the upper hand.

And it ain’t us.

Is it possible to be nostalgic for something that was so recent? I’m not sure. All I know is I’m looking ahead to our third show this Saturday, and whatever may come beyond.

In or near Chicago in October? Come see “Me Inside Me Presents: Witch, Please,” on October 1, 8, 22 and 29 at Donny’s Skybox Theater at 7 pm. Tickets available at SecondCity.com.

Check out  my full-length novels,  Her Cousin Much Removed,  The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management and Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only), and the sequel, Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) which is now available!

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Beyond Our Given Universe

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IMG_0856So here we are, already well into August, the year 2016 a roaring train steaming past all the stops. Each day is a day, the normal length, but they slip and slide over one another until there is a pile and we’re eight months in.

There is an alternate reality out there, one where Chicago got the 2016 Summer Olympic Games, and right now, in that other world, my neighborhood is loud and packed and the lakefront is inaccessible. The roads are choked with traffic trying to avoid streets closed for events, and helicopters drone overhead.

In that other world.

But here in this one, it’s another lovely Chicago summer, the crowds pulled by the tides of the baseball and festival schedules. The shore of Lake Michigan is as open and gleaming as ever, and I sit here with my thoughts of the possible universes beyond the one we know.

Check out  my full-length novels,  Her Cousin Much Removed,  The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management and Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only), and the sequel, Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) which is now available!

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A Rain Cloud Isn’t Always a Rain Cloud

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Yesterday, it was supposed to rain. It looked threatening, and all the weather reports warned of dire storms ahead. Flood warnings abounded, and it was supposed to be another soggy day.

And then the sun came out, shoving its way through the clouds without regard to weather forecasts or predictions. In the distance, the gray was streaked and looked waterlogged, but the distance never arrived. It stayed where it was and we stayed where we were, and Sunday wasn’t nearly so bleak after all.

It’s funny the way that things do that, the way that you are certain that they will be one way. Everyone tells you that they will be; everyone accepts it as fact. That is how it is going to be be. The sky and the weatherman say so.

But you can wait for the deluge, and hide from the deluge. And sometimes the deluge never comes.

The truth is that no matter what is happening, no matter what is above us, somewhere, way above the clouds, the sun is shining. We my not see it for a while, which is likely to happen this week around here, but even when we can’t, it’s still up there.

Clouds don’t always mean rain. And even those clouds — whether they’re big, heavy, watery ones or the kind that just take up they sky not doing much of anything at all — don’t hang around forever.

Sometimes the sun itself pushes them out of the way.

Check out  my full-length novels,  Her Cousin Much Removed,  The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management and Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only), and the sequel, Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) which is now available!

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