Month: May 2016

Corgi Orgy

Today has been surreal. First, I almost bought thirty-two meters (or 105 feet) of shelves. Then I was so anxious I almost gave half of my clothes to Fretex just to feel like I had any control over my life at all. I finally nailed how to make scrambled eggs (lower heat, longer time, who’d have thought). I forgot to bring my bathrobe to the bathroom when I showered, and had to do a weird half-run half-covered with a too-small towel so the construction workers outside wouldn’t see me naked. And I was so anxious I couldn’t get my period cup to sit right, which was annoying as fuck. Ole came over to help me plan how to mount the shelving I didn’t buy. Neither of us wanted to measure things, so we just sat quietly staring at the wall for twenty minutes. It was oddly comforting. We went to our home-away-from-home-café, where I flirted outrageously with the bartender (she’s my sister’s boyfriend’s sister, so it’s okay) and I ate a chicken salad with a …

Do you see me now?

(Image source) I wanted to write something about acknowledgement, especially the importance of acknowledging other people, and of being acknowledged yourself. It’s not something we talk about a lot, perhaps because it sounds so serious, but I think most of us know the feeling. It’s like… like when you’re talking to someone, and you can tell they’re truly listening. When the cashier at the grocery store says “have a good day”, and it looks like they actually, magically mean it. It’s when you’re sleeping next to someone, and they pull you closer, without even waking up. Acknowledge (əkˈnɒlɪdʒ) 1. accept or admit the existence or truth of. 2. recognize the importance or quality of. 3. express gratitude for or appreciation of. 4. accept the validity or legitimacy of. 5. show that one has noticed or recognized (someone) 6. confirm. When you look up “acknowledgement” in a dictionary, you find some pretty strong words. Acceptance. Importance. Gratitude. To recognise, to notice, to confirm. The real beauty lies in how acknowledgement creates connection. To truly acknowledge someone, …

In the glen

(image source, edited by me) This belongs somewhere in the book I’m writing, probably about a third of the way in.  The whole thing is nowhere near ready — we’re talking years, not months away — but I wanted to give you a tiny little taste nonetheless. I hope you like it. Oh, and just a small reminder: you can subscribe to my blog via e-mail here. “Death was tired?” Eira was, too, but she could smell a story. “Well, yes.” Os stretched out and folded his hands behind his head. “Just imagine, people kept dying and dying, and everyone was carrying a life’s worth of memories and regrets and unfulfilled dreams and… heavy things. Death couldn’t let them keep all that forever, it would be cruel. But Death couldn’t shoulder everything itself either; it’s just too much for one. So Death made the Two, and gave them one half of the world each. They travel ahead of Death, picking up our burdens so we can travel on freely.” “So your lockets are..?” “Patience, remember?” …