Chicken Blog: Love Looks Like...

Saturday, February 07, 2015

Love Looks Like...

Love looks like time and space... a quiet place with books to read, a pillow, sunlight, peace of mind.

2 comments:

JaneceFebruary 7, 2015 at 10:17 AM
Happy and content... that's the feelings this creates. :)
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AnonymousFebruary 11, 2015 at 2:49 AM
No better feeling of love and security than to be able to steal away for a few quiet moments reading a favorite book.
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I don’t know what to do with myself. Resting makes me stiff and feeling useless. Being “useful” makes me tired, woozy... sometimes words hang in mid-air, just out of reach. I find new bruises. The accident replays in my mind. I’m sad, and starting to feel mad... she destroyed things, plans, peace of mind. I’ll post this here... temporary. I’ll be glad to move on.

December 9, 2018

All of my wisdom about “relaxing...” well, it may have done some good, up to a point. I had a better and better day and felt even more buoyed after a lunch treat with Paul and Janece. But. But I went to the market for bread to go with the soup I made (I’m rambling, I know. Bear with me.) To the point: Another driver turned into my lane and because she did it from a right turn, I never had an inkling of her being in my view. It was a horrifying head-on collision. I doubt either of us even braked. In no time I had a clear road, in both directions and then just her car hurling into my poor Jett Puff. Air bag. Ambulance. It’s a long story. And maybe I’m looking for silver linings, but I like to think my car made a last heroic act, and my last sensation, before disaster, was... I’m happy, relaxed. I’m also concussed, so if none of this makes sense... well, there you go.

Out To Lunch :: I am so lucky!

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12:27 pm

Confession: I am making myself miserable worrying about my utter lack of "professionalism." Tonight I will be attending a holiday party for "Art Leaders" in San Diego. Leaders. Art Leaders! This feels so portentous and full of opportunities, but I am struggling with imposter syndrome, rusty skills, and no business cards. Also, I put some art (ok just 1 print) on a selling site, and again, I am plagued with nameless dread and doubt. My dreams and hopes do not match my confidence and nerve.

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It rained and rained and rained. The garden is happy. The goats are dismayed. All is well.

November 30, 2018

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