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Sometimes I feel terrified. Then I wonder, DAMN. It's in my own head and on my own clock. Can't I let my imagination take over in a GOOD way? A wildly fantastic whatever I like and want way?
I can give myself that.
Mar 29, 2025
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Words appear as I think them like a karaoke video in serif font on a white background. Sometimes Iāll be doing the dishes and Iāll start repeating paragraphs Iāve drafted and editing and rearranging them and adding to them in my mind and they shift around visually as Iām doing it. Sometimes other words or phrases will get caught in there and theyāll quietly pass back and forth like a sky banner. Songs are often drifting throughāright now itās Pale September by Fiona Appleāand if thereās a particularly beautiful or resonant part itāll loop through that snippet a few times.
I think almost entirely in words, in monologue and in text, with very faint flashes of associative imagesāI imagine this is to protect me from the dark and horrific things Iāve seen in my life that would be too much to bear if I were to be exposed to them in such a visceral way. I canāt rotate or even envision a shape to save my life.
Rarely, strong images will appear to me in conscious lifeāI remember lying in bed, about to fall asleep, and suddenly seeing from the point of view of an investigator entering a pitch black cave with a lantern held in his hand as his only light, about to discover something terrible, no doubt.
My dreams are vivid and laden with powerful symbolism, and usually there is a sense of being too afraid to fully step into my power or claim whatās mine.
I have the memory of an elephant, with everything filed in nearly chronological order. Iām sure I tend to embellish and dramatize without realizing but then I think my memories speak to a certain distilled emotional truth, more accurate than pure facts. Sometimes there are some incredible blind spots in my perception that I donāt realize existed until years later.
I analyze and intellectualize everything. Iāve been told that my mind is obsessive and tends to fixate. Sometimes the emotions that I keep trapped in the basement push their way up through the trap door and threaten to stampede me as their captor but I manage to stuff them back down again until Iām ready to let them go; some of them may never see the light of day.
Feb 15, 2025
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Lately Iāve been diving headfirst into things Iād usually ignore. random creative ideas, new communities, reading things Iād usually scroll past. Not all of it makes sense, but something about the mess feels electric. Itās not clarity, but itās motion. And sometimes thatās all you need to shake things up.
PS: Just personal stuff, not work.
May 5, 2025
Big navel gazer here; I often start in a delusionally romantic state of viewing things and evolve to a kind of reserved pragmatism through the process critical examination. Lately, writing has been like preserving these ephemeral states in amber, coexisting in a state of delicious permanence I can return to, instead of allowing them to wash away with the tides. This ultimately helps me engage more deeply with the world.
Jan 14, 2025
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When I feel scared or anxious, wow... Breathing.
Sleeping is a solid second place.
Apr 25, 2025
I've been wanting to do this for yearrrrs. Finally. FINALLYYY.
It doesn't stick to glass, but it does stick to itself.
100% cotton fabric, prewash and dry.
Cut with a shearing scissors to prevent fraying. (Or hem.)
I opted for a 1:1:1 ratio of beeswax, coconut oil, and pine resin. Double boiler to melt.
Apply less and layer the wax as needed.
Mm... Spreading with a spoon did not work as well as a silicone brush.
Iron under parchment paper to spread + seal. (Or bake at 200ā° F briefly.)
Hottt water + soap for clean up (hands, utensils, etc.)
Cold water to clean the cloths, as needed.
*A steamer can take out any wax mix spills on the floor. (We listen, and we don't judge )
I love it. It made my kitchen smell like pine and propolis.
Apr 26, 2025
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*Native* Seed B*mbs.
The local wildlife will love you for it.
TLDR: Mix native seeds with soil, clay, and water, forming them into balls and then letting them dry.
Long form:
Native wildflower seeds, compost, clay (powder or clay soil), and water.
Mix Ingredients: Combine the clay and compost in a bowl, ensuring a 3:1 ratio of clay to compost.
Gradually add water while mixing, aiming for a dough-like consistency.
Add Seeds: Incorporate the native wildflower seeds into the mixture.
Form Balls: Pinch off small portions of the mixture and roll them into balls, roughly 1-inch in diameter.
Dry and Store: Place the seed balls on a flat surface to dry for 24-48 hours in a cool, shady place. Store the dried balls in a cardboard box until ready to plant.
Distribute: Scatter the seed balls in your desired planting area.
Apr 29, 2025