The days of the week have names and I now know which is which (after two months+ on lockdown). The date? No clue. Please consult a calendar. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
I’m not a religious gal, but was raised as such, so the pretty songs in Latin always get me. Luckily, the choir I sing with does quite a few each season. Once choir’s season ended for the summer, I found myself singing them by myself. That’s fine, but when I heard about a sing-along being held by another choir, including one such song, I couldn’t wait for the heat of July to arrive (and that’s so not me). Continue reading →
Announcer: We interrupt this bloggy hiatus to bring you a special report from the surface of the sun. Our correspondent, Tara, is braving the elements to bring us the latest.
Me: Well, I don’t know who you are, and I’m not actually on the surface of the sun, but it sure does feel like it. Happy to provide an update, though.
I mentioned a few weeks ago we’re heading toward my hibernation time and it’s closer now than it was then. I feel my backward-bear-like self starting to turn inward, reaching for the closest blankie and air conditioning vent to wait out the seemingly endless heat and humidity.
I’m also personally hibernating, as I do, when I’m thinking, contemplating, feeling like I’m growing out of my skin or bursting out of my current “costume” all Hulk-like. On one hand, I’m thankful that I still grow and change. On the other hand, I don’t like the frustration, the impatience it produces, the wondering, the doubt. But can’t have one without the other.
I’m going to electronically sign off, even my Instagram!, until September. I’m curious to see just how much time these screens fill (and steal from me). I’m curious to see what affect it will have on me, on connections, on my writing (especially).
I’ve cut down the screen time a bit already, and lo and behold I spent two evenings writing instead. As I lose more screen time until there’s none (or very little — have to check emails at least a couple times a week*), how much more will writing come to the fore? And what will the writing(s) become? And what will delaying sharing my writing, especially in this quick hit form, do? (I’ve already started to write two blog posts then thought no, I need to WRITE this and opened a Word document or notebook with my handy pen nearby instead.)
May you enjoy the season (literal and figurative) where you are, the great and not so great parts. May you seek to grow and change and always be curious about everything, even if that’s not always comfortable. May your discoveries be plenty and meaningful and lead to wondrous things.
And may the force be with you… always.
Happy peaceful people.
*fun fact: I literally cannot listen to this without getting all teary-eyed. It’s. So. BEAUTIFUL! I almost can’t stand it.
Summer’s coming, but the roller coaster ride’s already begun. The winds of change are blowing like it’s March, but it’s not. It’s just time. There are days that are clearly delineated: before and after. We’re into the after, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’m also a bit sad from time to time. One can be as one mourns something that no longer exists, even if it’s for the best and something you sought and something you need and want. That wise rock band Semisonic once said: “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” Too true, boys.
This cryptic paragraph officially begins FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME SIX!
I think you should know the following — mostly because I don’t want to be the only one who knows them, but also, some of them were amusing to my fried brain. I feel the need then to share.
(Boy, that was wordy.)
A spam comment started with this: “Keep functioning.” (A) Thanks, bot, for the encouragement said in a really weird way. (B) How did you know I’m struggling to function?