Thursday, February 28, 2013

My house has been out of commission for two weeks now and I have have no clarity on where to go from here.
  • I could go back to it the way it is now, without an operational wood stove, and tough it out. The main problems here are that I'd have to buy propane or eat cold food and forgo tea,coffee and warm water. Also being able to get there. Possible modeling job coming up would solve these problems...short term.
  • I could rally the forces around me (as if, haha..) and get the place fixed.....maybe. It could still get foreclosed on in May, no guarantees yet.
  • I could do.......something????
  • One thing is clear: I have to find work, and soon...

Why am I ever cursed with not belonging, regardless of where I go and what I do? Honestly, I don't care about money....I just want to belong, to love and feel safe, to create and grow, to nurture and be held. Why has life got to be so complicated, why are these simple goals and pleasures so elusive?

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The earth....I yearn for bury my hands in her warmth, to feed her, to cover her with flowers and fragrant taste her sweetness.

And as usual, this is a love I cannot have.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Not my style of music at all, but, predictably, I got suckered into the emotionality of this. Kids, peers, people in general can be so mean. To see this kid get the recognition he deserved really made me smile.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Digging up bones, to quote the song (confession: I used to love country music...twenty years ago).

What if I had failed to consider a possibility, one which, oddly enough, went unexplored all this time? What if the other half of the equation was less disparate than previously thought? Birds of a feather flock together, except when being a bird is a distinct which case the bird might masquerade as something else....and occasionally experience conflict regarding encounters with other birds.

Friday, February 22, 2013

I figured out this morning why rejection hurts so much, why it cuts so deeply, why the aversion to it is so ingrained in us. It's because rejection is deadly. Humans are social animals, even the most solitary of us. In a very real sense, rejection = death. Think about it....

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Sometimes I really hate myself for always being the one who's begging for acceptance. For being the one whose life has been spent in futile pursuit of quietly hoping to be good enough.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

And....just became a Glenn Gould fan. Not only does he play Bach with the combo of precision, clarity and passion that I require in order to be satisfied, the guy is obviously on the autism spectrum. :-)
There was a fire at my house. I noticed it right away, called the fire dept right away, and we got it put out fairly quickly, considering that we used only about 5 gallons of water + fire extinguishers to put out a fire in the eaves....but there is now a big hole in the roof and the place is no longer habitable.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

I dreamt that things were better, that I wasn't anathema, wasn't poisonous, wasn't mute. That everything made sense- the puzzle pieces of life came into order and suddenly the picture was so different than I'd thought.

I don't know....

Friday, February 15, 2013

Just recovered seeds from the winter squash varieties I used to have! The seeds are over ten years old, but some of them should germinate. Among these are strains I was breeding, including my Idaho Star squash. The flavor of that squash was so much better than anything I've been able to buy in the roasted sweet potatoes. I had thought that the Idaho Star squash was irreperably lost; now there is hope and I'm incredibly happy about that. :-)

The only thing is, I have to find a place to grow them out at now, and that place has to be A: conducive to winter squash growth and B: stable, meaning that it isn't going to drop out from under me after planting the seeds but before they're ready and C: readily and easily accessible, because I'll need to be hand pollinating throughout the summer in order to keep the seed true (otherwise there's no point in growing it out at all).

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

So good it almost makes the day better.

There is no justice in this world. Everything depends on money. People/corporations with power and the cash to back it up get away with whatever they damned well please. It's so wrong. I feel so small, so impotent in the face of all the wrong things that happen, all the injustice.

Life is not fair. But the question I have for you today, dear readers, is this: Where did humankind come up with the concept of justice or fairness, since it's an ideal that's never actually existed in full? One doesn't have to observe nature for very long to conclude that it's not fair, either, so it didn't come from there.

Are juatice and fairness natural, sustainable ideals and goals to have? Why does injustice possess us with such indignation and rage, when it's much more the status quo than not?

I hurt.----->That makes me afraid.---->Being afraid causes me to yearn for reassurance and safety without being able to ask for those things.----->That hurts more.-----> The fear builds....

And I should take the anti-anxiety med, but then I shouldn't drive, and there are things which have to get done today that require driving. What I really want to do is to go help my sheep shearer friend for a day or two, but yesterday was the last of the modeling for a few unless I can scare up more work, have to be very, very frugal with gas.