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Tag: change

View from a Sunday

And on a day I went to yoga, no less!

Been walkin an awful lot lately. Seeing ridiculous, wonderful things. Like a chicken, running away down an alley, white tufted bottom bouncing.

and personal? Or detached?

Like the words “S & M Forever!” spray-painted onto the sidewalk, as I am listening to talk of the myth of sex addiction as it relates to BDSM on the Savage Love podcast.

photo shoot

And other strange beauties. I don’t mean to brag, or to presume, but life feels pretty fateful right now. Well, equal parts fate, happenstance, and serendipity.

Things are good, and things are about to change, and change is good. That’s all.

Adjustments

Plane Trails Like Boat Wakes

So cold in the morning I can see ice crystals hovering mid-air.

I found it!

So cold in the kitchen that steam rises from freshly washed dishes drying on the rack.

Hip as Hell

Last week I was lying by the pool, not a thing to do. Seventy degrees and sunny in Palm Springs.

Spotted on a run, captured on a walk

This week I feel that I must get out of the house, do something, anything, everything I can, just to stave of the mounting panic. This week I feel trapped, like a nesting doll, inside layer upon layer of confinement. Trapped inside because of the cold. Trapped under a thick city-wide blanket of toxic smog. Trapped in a web of my own anxious thoughts. Etc.

 

 

Working

…should always look like this.

And I am working on making that happen.

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