I. It’s been too quiet in here today and so I keep channel surfing, but to no avail. Nothing seems interesting enough to press play on and music isn’t doing it either, so I’m just grappling with stillness and silence. It feels like a desert. Like my voice might echo back to me if I used it.
II. It’s okay, though. Like, I’m not in pain or anything today. A little anxious, maybe – vulnerability hangover after an unexpected grief tsunami – but also just whoa. It’s *so quiet in here* and there’s no sound that feels right to fill it.
III. Art Winos later though so this silence will be broken with laughter.
IV. #Mood
V. Also #Mood
VI. Also #Mood
VII. Warm brie on melba toast is life.
VIII. Pickled herring, too. I know. I’m weird.
IX. I think I’m on a growing edge because I feel very sixes and sevens and loose ends and wispy. Liminal. In the between. What’s next?
X. What’s next?
I see you. Blessings on your head. 🌙💜✨
My head thanks you. <3
Foster girlfriend is the funniest thing I’ve heard in ages…rotflmao… now can’t get up…yelled for my Jerry to help me up & he said..”sorry busy eating pickled herring “….I’m just going to lay here laughing!
Bwahahahahahaha.
We’re Nowegian…am married to the smallest Viking on record.
You’re not weird for liking herring- you’re a Viking!
EXACTLY!!!
Definitely a threshold season here too….fortunately, I’m quite happy dwelling in thresholds, the liminal spaces feel most like home. xo
I think I’d feel better about it if the things that were holding me back from stepping out of liminal into something else where within my control, but COVID. Argh.
Sometimes you just have to take a moment and enjoy a musical. Try this to put a smile on your face and lift your mood for a moment. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_TvKH-qEJk