I am going to try Tai Chi, as Sandra suggested in her comment on my last post. I’ve tried it before. Once, twenty years ago, with Attila, at a community centre. I didn’t care for it, as the instructor was obviously disturbed by the limitations of my arm, and he centred me out in front… Continue reading Tai Chi
A Good List
It has been four weeks today, since Attila announced the end of our marriage, the emotional aspect of our marriage, but not the legal, not yet, that is in a holding pattern. What a ride. So far a fairly workable holding pattern has been established, where we live separate lives, interacting with increasingly few of… Continue reading A Good List
Paper Journal
January seems to be passing unnoticed, by me. In less than a week I will herald in February, the shortest month on the calendar, and often the longest month of experience, for those of us who live in the parts of the northern hemisphere, where winter demands all of our strict attention. I am settling… Continue reading Paper Journal
Mom’s Afghan
Lists
Sleep is beginning to return, as the holding pattern between Attila and myself settles into something recognizable, something to be trusted, at least temporarily. In reality, temporary is the state of any present reality, time takes care of that. I find I am able to spend increasing periods of time with my projects, and I… Continue reading Lists