shannon-again

a poem has arisen, about relationship.

I remember like 3 years ago before I was knitting I was always tweeting about “when ur looking for the perfect fall sweater to buy” “searching for the exact perfect secondhand sweater” “sweater shopping fever” and now I just make what I want!!!!!!!!!!

may blades of grass be long and plentiful.

thankful for: an acute flareup of something that used to be chronic. grilled cheese sandwiches. OTC pain relievers. compromise. lessons in patience. dill pickles. the folks who gather & curate wrestling history. the feeling of surprise igniting even more curiosity.

there are times to seek, and there are times to be sought.

my 'scheduled' is dwindling and I have way too many drafts.

I start a Thing and I never know where it's going. sometimes it ends. sometimes it goes on forever. but it's always shifting & changing. morphing into something new. because that's what living is. it's a constant construction. & if we move intentionally, it becomes art.

it isn't only one thing that allows me freedom. whenever I think one thing is the The Answer I ultimately end up realizing I've become fixated on it. there is some way in which I have bound myself to it and now need to untangle myself.

I dunno. I met V online in august 1997 and we were living together by march 1998, and married in 2000. get busy, folks.

i love how much i bliss out when i watch [redacted] do his thing. best. in. the. world. baby.

thankful for: breezy days. that feel when a load of laundry gets entirely done (from gathering to back in the closet). the slow but steady eradication of acting from (or avoiding) guilt. melty cheese.

one day I'm gonna learn how to make quesadillas where they aren't nearly burnt on one side, and nearly raw on the other. or not. I love them any way.

this day has been glorious. it's cool and crisp AND sunny. we've had all the windows and doors open all day. slight breeze, lots of birds & critter sounds. I've had a ton of stuff to do indoors today but its felt like I've been outside the whole time.

I just dusted off Oatmeal, the teddy bear who's been sitting on a shelf staring at the world for years, never moving. or does he? because he seemed a little less dusty than he should have been.

I kinda wish I had one of my grandma's intricate candy dishes. the ones with the lids that clink upon closing? where you have to be very slow & sure & take maybe double or triple the amount you know you might eat, lest you be heard and judged?

a grudge allows me to continue my orientation towards personal truth.