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Use Only As Directed

May 17, 2026 //
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I woke early and made coffee. No point tossing and turning and trying to sleep in when my body had obviously given up on sleep, and my mind was very much awake already. It’s fine. It’s been a very useful little getaway, and I feel more prepared to “get back to things” with my mind right. I mean…it feels that way now. That’s enough.

[No AI is used in writing or editing this blog. This is human content for human readers.]

Amusingly, upon logging in to my laptop for some note-taking and writing, I’m immediately faced with a banner on my dashboard encouraging me to “add AI” tools to my WordPress account. I almost spit coffee all over the keyboard. Are you f*ing kidding me? No. An unreserved, not even curious, “aw hellllll no!”. lol (Tell me your software company pushes shit on users without doing any research whatsoever about whether they want it, without telling me you don’t do any research on whether your users want the crap you want to push on them.) I sigh to myself, click to hide the banner, and when it pops up a question about whether I want to hide it for a week, a month, or forever, I happily choose “forever”. No thanks, no AI here.

…You’ll just have to put up with my odd grammar, word play, mixed metaphors, and typos, y’all, I’ve got this; it’s a human experience, being shared by a human being for other human beings. I correct some typos and move on.

It is another gray coastal morning. Looks like more rain, and my arthritic bones agree. I’m okay with that. Today, I go home. Hell, I might simply pack up and head back, but I do have an appointment to get my hair cut, and I’m definitely overdue. This cup of coffee seems less bad than yesterday’s – same coffee, same machine, same human being. What changed? The day, obviously, but that’s not likely to affect the coffee. Well, by now there’s been several fills of the little reservoir, so… I guess the machine has been rinsed out? When I contemplate the implications, I’m pretty grossed out – and I’m glad it didn’t make me actually ill. (I make a mental note to run water through cheap-ass plastic in-room coffee machines in hotels before making coffee in them. That seem smart.)

Isn’t that the way of this human journey? We stumble, we begin again, we learn from the mistake we made, we do things differently next time (ideally). It seems a bit inefficient, but here we are. Very few of us really learn any other way, and at least in America, we reinforce that inefficiency by mocking “book learning” and dismissing legitimate expertise. We’re all idiots. We elect idiots to important roles, deepening our idiocy. I sigh to myself, recognizing that while I am myself a complete idiot more often than I’d like, there likely are people who avoid most of the traps and pitfalls in life, although I doubt any one human being escapes them all. We’re quite fallible, curious, and prone to making mistakes before we think things through. (Part of that human experience, eh?) Just humans being human.

A a new day, a new perspective, a hint of blue skies.

…Oh damn, there is some part of me that does not really want to go back to “the real world” from this lovely break…

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I give up on writing long enough to play a favorite track that lifts me up, dancing across the room as I happily groove along, packing my stuff. Why not? Joy is worth taking a break for, and today I go home to my beloved Traveling Partner – and while there are things about “real life” that I may dread (or just not enjoy much), my Traveling Partner is not one of those. I miss him, and I’m eager to be home again. I let the love songs play on. I make choices for the day as I pack. Go out for breakfast? Nah, I’ll just have these cup noodles. Go out for coffee? I don’t think so; the coffee here is fine, and if I want different/better, I can get a great Americano at the cafe next to the salon, later. These jeans or those? Earrings or no? – I’m getting my hair cut, and I’ll have to take them off anyway, I decide against earrings. Life is filled with choices. We make decisions all day, every day, from the moment we wake up and decide to go ahead and live another day, until we choose to call it a night and go to bed. Most of those decisions work out well, and we barely given them any thought. When we make a decision that does not serve us well, it tends to stick out as somehow more significant by itself than the sum of all the good decisions we’ve made along the way. I reflect on that awhile as I plan my day.

I reflect on things I’ve learned about myself, things I think I’ve sorted out, things I think I want to change through choice, action, and will to practice. Taking stock of “where I’m at” and what I want from my life (and myself) is sometimes more complicated than a weekend of quiet, but it feels like enough, as I sit here now. This is what works for me. (Your results may vary. Use only as directed. lol)

I look around this room. It’s mine for another couple of hours, plenty of time for a walk on the beach at low tide, and it is looking like a lovely morning for it. I smile to myself, wondering where my path leads.

The way ahead won’t always be paved, or easy to walk, but it is a journey worth making.

I grab my cane and my camera. It’s time to begin again.

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What Are You Looking At?

March 19, 2026 //
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I’m sitting at the halfway point of my morning trek across the marsh. It’s beautiful here, the day is young, and the sunrise was splendid. I feel fortunate to enjoy this moment.

Each time for the first time. Each moment the only moment.

(No AI was used to create or edit this content.)

I walked the trail wrapped in contentment, joy, and love. Simply mentioning to my Traveling Partner that I might like to explore using a bit of makeup to improve my appearance on work calls got me more support than I could have imagined. I grin to myself, swinging my feet as I sit on this fence rail listening to the sounds of life along the riverbank in Springtime. I smell flowers.

I once wore makeup a lot. That was a very long time ago. I stopped all that when I went to war. When I came home none of that sort of thing to do with appearances mattered to me at all. Life was too short, too precious, and I was for sure too broken to be bothered with any of that. I could have continued to wear my BDUs and combat boots indefinitely. I exchanged them for jeans and sweaters. After my divorce, I just wasn’t having any part of partners, or lovers, or frankly anyone else telling me how to look or what defines feminity. I am a woman. I’ll define feminity for myself, as I please, and the entire world can fuck right off. 😂

…No one else tells me who I am, that belongs to me…

…But… Aging being what it is, and spending so much time “on camera” in work meetings, I can admit that it wouldn’t hurt to take another look at what I can do with a little makeup, minimal effort, and little expense, to highlight my natural look without plastering over my face with some mask of acceptability. lol Tools are tools; they serve a purpose.

I watch little birds playing in the trees. Being present matters most. Life is not about appearances.

…Where we turn our attention largely determines what’s on our minds…

There is beauty in the world. Are you seeing it?

I think about appearances, and distractions. I think about the way media companies and tech companies seek to hold our attention, in spite of our own interests and desires. It takes an act of will to put that slop aside and turn one’s attention to what matters most. This only works if we have an understanding of what does matter most to us as an individual (which implies sufficient self-reflection and self knowledge to have that understanding). It’s not surprising to me that so many people just give up and dive back into their phones. (Although that does strike me as a terrible wasteful approach to human potential.)

What are you looking at? The sky? The tree? The little birds? Choose. The choice is yours.

Are you mired in despair, trapped by doomscrolling? That’s a choice. Put it down. Go outside. Read a book. Laugh with a friend. You are choosing, every moment. No books? Go to a library; they still exist. No friends? Meet real people in the world, interact with strangers, and open yourself to conversation. It may feel awkward. Your results may vary, but the verbs and choices are yours. Incremental change happens over time. Keep at it. Choose your path and walk it.

Not a bit of this “choose your path” stuff is “easy”. Choices are complicated. The menu of the Strange Diner is so much to take in. “Can’t” is easier than doing the verbs, failing, learning, and growing… But here it is, Spring. It’s a lovely time for growth and beginnings. Like learning to apply makeup again, as if for the first time, it’s often the decision to do it that is the most difficult part. Taking the first step feels hard. Maybe that’s a choice, too?

… Gnothi seauton…

… What will you do about that? It’s important. Who are you? Who do you want most to be? To whom have you obligated yourself, or given your decision making? Are you just mouthing someone else’s opinions? Are you living your life?

I think about it as I sit watching a new day unfold. I’m glad I took the day off for self-reflection and meditation. Later, I’ll be in the garden, clearing away the weeds and preparing the soil. Yes, of course it’s a metaphor – but I’ll also really be there, with my fingers in the soil, doing the verbs. That’s how practicing works.

It’s a journey. Choose your path wisely.

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From Another Perspective

March 16, 2026 //
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Relationships matter [to human primates], and because they do matter, we become attached. Attached to individuals. Attached to our own expectations and assumptions. Attached to outcomes. Attached to ideas about people and about feelings about people.

Our attachments become entanglements, sticky snares of emotion, and sometimes heartbreak. Human is (emotionally) messy. We become what we practice, as individuals. We have no control over what others practice, nor over who they choose to become.

Relationships are complicated.

I’ve experienced a few things in life (and love), too many to list off the top of my head, and somehow there’s still more to learn. I ended my evening last night thinking about experience and life and love, and how fucking complicated all that is by itself…then layer on the additional complications of the other person’s experience, and what they mean to us, and whatever challenges circumstances may contribute (mental health, chronic pain, medications needed to treat this or that condition, still other relationships, it’s a long and varied list)… it’s almost miraculous anyone ever maintains a relationship with another individual longer than it takes to go “oh, hell no”. It’s a lot to take sometimes. We do it because we are social creatures, and we do it because it feels so good to “get it right”.

It’s tricky. People struggle and suffer, and sometimes the solutions that are available to ease some particular bit of suffering (for example, medication to manage ADHD, or depression, or pain) can really complicate a relationship. People often “don’t seem themselves” until they get their medication just right. Sometimes the person they become, and may be happy to be, isn’t who we want to be with. It’s not a “right or wrong” discussion, it is more complicated than that.

I’m fortunate that my Traveling Partner is very open with me when he has the hard work of new meds in front of him. I do my best to support him through such things as he has reliably done for me, more than once (and is doing presently). I know it’s not easy.

Inconveniently, this time around we’re going through it together, while we each have our own experience of “the new meds journey”. We’ve been through it before. It is perhaps my least favorite experience in a relationship, and I am deeply grateful and appreciative that we communicate openly with each other; every change, every adjustment, and the details of our subjective lived experience get shared. No surprises, aside from the very real effects of the medications themselves, initially. Could be worse. Not my favorite bit of any relationship, but I’m not also having to deal with mysterious bullshit stemming from poor communication.

I get to the trail with my head full of thoughts. I’m okay. I’m pretty well settled on the new medication that is managing so much of my pain, so much better. A larger portion of my chronic pain is neuropathic than I had previously understood. It was a good choice to change my medication.

I take a deep breath and blow it out as a heavy sigh. I write a few words before I start down the trail, hoping to let it all go and take my walk, present in this moment, awake and aware, comfortable in my own skin and unbothered. It’s time to walk on. It’s time to reflect on impermanence. It’s time to practice non-attachment. It’s time for meditation and self-reflection. It’s time to begin again.

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Walking and Wondering

February 26, 2026 //
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I woke ahead of my alarm this morning, but not by much. The morning is a colder one, but still barely freezing. I get to the trailhead just at daybreak, early enough to see the sun rise as I walk.

Daybreak

My walk begins in a westerly direction, and proceeds “counter clockwise” around this property, between vineyards, and a creek, and eventually finishing parallel to the highway before cutting back towards the parking. This is no wilderness trail; much of it is paved, some of it it lit. This one is my close-to-home trail, safe, level, and convenient. On my most difficult days, it is my easiest walk.

As the trail begins to bend, I get a glimpse of the sunrise as I reach my halfway point. Fog is settling in, obscuring the view.

I sit for a few minutes of meditation and writing. I have the trail to myself this morning. The solitude is pleasant. The work day will begin soon enough, and I’m not inclined to rush that.

Blue sky, bare branches.

I sit staring into the tree tops, enjoying the moment. I sigh to myself and wonder what’s next? The view reminds me of an old oil painting, scattered clouds of not quite uniform shape and size, subtle hues of pastel pink and pale blue. The trees along the edge of the creek beyond the vineyard stand out against the pale blue sky, an indistinct smudge of darkest green slowly being swallowed up in morning mist. The sky to the south is infused with pink and streaked with lavender clouds. The sunrise is orange. Pretty. A good day to fill the gas tank and drive to the horizon. Well, it’s a nice idea, but it’s also a work day. 😆

The mist surrounds me, now. All the colors of morning are covered in a wash of white, dimming them and creating an illusion of mystery, rendering everything somehow less real. I sit watching the mist gather.

I think about the work day ahead with little enthusiasm. It’s just a thing that needs doing, eh? Pays the bills. I sigh to myself, noticing the lack of enthusiasm, and accepting it. I haven’t even decided where to work today… home? Library? Elsewhere? Don’t know, don’t care. I’d frankly rather not, today, but I don’t have a legitimate reason why, and I do have shit to do that needs doing.

The weird thinking that “gainful employment” and “productivity” are somehow the measure of human success vexes me. It’s an idea that only serves those who seek to benefit from it. We’re a pretty fucked up, shortsighted species terribly prone to cruelly exploiting others, and incredibly vulnerable to being exploited. We’ve done real harm to our planet, and each other, generally over seriously stupid ideas like “shareholder profits” or personal wealth and power. It’s disappointing. We still keep throwing money and adoration at grifters and fuckwits who continue to harvest our data and our resources, as if the lies they told yesterday aren’t enough to convince us they will be lying tomorrow also.

I sigh out loud, startling a small bird near my foot. Why the grim turn in my thinking? Seems odd, until I acknowledge the physical pain I’m in. Right. There’s that too, and it does tend to color my outlook. I’m feeling pretty “over” people, lately, to the point that any time I think about it explicitly, my eyes begin to tear up. There’s just no escape, lately, and I feel trapped, having to maintain a smile and a gracious approachable presence for all the many people I may interact with who have done me no meaningful or intentional harm. They exist. I exist. I treat them with kind civility as consistently as I can…. but I’d rather be alone awhile, unbothered and without obligations. Hard to find right now.

Change is.

“This too will pass,” I remind myself. Change is. Impermanence, too. The tears sliding silently down my cheeks are cold. The fog around me now is dense and the clock is ticking. I dry my eyes and try to shake off this blue funk, for another day. It’s time to begin again. I’ll just have to do my best.

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This Ringing In My Ears

January 4, 2026 //
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My tinnitus has nothing to do with anything else going on, at all, it’s just there, and I happened to notice, and it seems like the sort of “understandable thing that is” that I experience as relatively mundane and ordinary, which in contrast with the craziness of the world (quite specifically, the USA) is almost a relief.

Yep. I’d rather deal with my tinnitus than with having to accept that powerful people in the US government would very much like to make the Epstein files “just go away” by any means available, which seems pretty gross and thoroughly distasteful and indecent. What about justice, though? I’d rather deal with my tinnitus than come to terms with this adminstration pretty much just storming into its own cities arresting and assaulting its own citizens (yes, even actual born-right-here citizens) on thoroughly bogus pretexts. I’d rather deal with my tinnitus than with obvious corruption in our government. I’d rather deal with my tinnitus than watch the USA kidnap the president of a foreign country on whatever bullshit excuse-making can be developed on the fly. Venezuela? Really? Hopefully we’ve all seen enough by now to recognize that this government is not made up of ethical committed professionals who seek to govern skillfully for the benefit of all citizens. It just isn’t.

…Fuck this tinnitus though…

…And also fuck censorship, and fuck corporate greed, and fuck dark money in politics, and fuck politicians enriching themselves in office. Fuck sexism, racism, nationalism, and just generally most ~isms, since they seem reliably poorly thought out and highly likely to hurt more people than they solve any kind of problems. Tools to control populations by ensnaring them in the illusion of shared values. Fuck AI and fuck billionaires, too. Vaporware, AI slop and wealth-hoarding are not going to build a better world. We’re overdue to figure out a better approach to global trade, culture, and society. We’ve surely got the means to do better (and for more people), and it’s pretty ugly that what seems to be holding us back, more than anything else, are greed and the desire for power. It’s a pretty ugly look, Humanity. Do better.

…Omg this fucking tinnitus, though…

I breathe, exhale, and relax. The day started gently. I’m feeling much better…but… for some dumbass reason, the US attacked Venezuela and kidnapped (“arrested”?) it’s president. I have trouble making any excuses for that kind of stupidity, frankly. Venezuela isn’t even adjacent to the United States at any point at all, does us no direct harm or injury. More bloodshed over oil, more than likely. Horrible. Corrupt. Greedy. Fucking hell, we just aren’t the good guys, y’all. I don’t need to be stuck on this – don’t know why I am. I’m disappointed in this administration. Deeply disappointed, and also pretty grossed out by the aesthetics of the individuals associated with it (the whole “Mar a Lago face” thing is weird and I find it disturbingly inauthentic, but I guess that will make it easy to tell what values any particular talking head may have). Weird to see people spend money to make themselves over into a charicature of the person they could be. I admit I don’t get it, at all. The dishonesty, too, is very disturbing. We’re okay with kidnapping foreign leaders and killing unidentified civilians on fishing boats, but we are uncomfortable calling out genocide if it requires using that word? Words have meaning, that’s why they have definitions. What the actual fuck?

…Use your words. Speak truth to power…

I begin again. I let it go. I breathe, exhale, and relax. I sigh quietly to myself and sip my coffee. It’s very good. Ethiopian beans, freshly ground. Smooth, low acidity, with a rich flavor that hints at chocolate, and meadow flowers. Lovely. I make a point to enjoy this cup of coffee and this quiet moment. Right here, now? This is a very pleasant moment, and there are no bombs dropping here. I pull myself back to the here and now, and allow myself this moment of quiet joy and comfort.

…In spite of my tinnitus…

My Traveling Partner is having his own experience. I sip my coffee and think about him, and us. We’re both very human. Both doing our best, and learning as we go. I’m grateful for this partnership, and more grateful still that he has been so deeply supportive of my emotional wellness, and my physical health, and even of my simple joy in life. I look around my studio/office at all the many little things that remind me of my beloved and this partnership we share. It fills me with joy to feel so loved. This love we share is a pleasant haven from the world’s craziness. I smile, feeling his love even from across the house. I’m glad that I’m feeling some better; there are so many things I’d like to be doing (and so many other things that simply need to be done)! I feel fortunate to have a partner who will help me slow down and take care of myself when that is the wiser choice – I don’t always succeed there, left to my own devices. I appreciate the help.

I finish my coffee, and think about the day ahead. I plan to relax and continue to focus on self-care and getting over the flu. That’s enough today. Tomorrow I can begin again.

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