Routine is the elusive siren song that's good for us, yet we often struggle to believe in it enough to make it stick. This beguiling song is not sexy nor exotic, but oh so practical and beneficial. Without it, the hopes of any creative will simply smash into pieces upon the rocks where the siren… Continue reading The Iciness of Routine
Sometime during the evening of our lives, we become more aware of our mortality, and that of our peers, heroes, and legends from our time. I remember my dad toward the end of his life becoming more interested in scanning the Navy Times obituaries, looking for and finding those he knew—people he served with or… Continue reading Camping in the Graveyard
There are worse addictions than acquiring too many journals and notebooks that go unloved. Doesn’t help when there are always more bright-n-shiny ones out there. I use some of what I have, but I'll not share a photo of my back-stash else youll discover “in use” and “available to use” are disproportionate in the wrong… Continue reading Addicted to Journals? Could Be Worse
Apparently, I’ve been brewing a cup of tea the wrong way for decades. A YouTube video showed me the error of my ways, but also got me thinking about whether perfect matters, and indeed, whether it’s overrated or even necessary for happiness. And further more, is it ego driving perfection or a necessity to always… Continue reading The Perfect Tea
Unedited snippets from this morning's journal writing.
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