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Jul. 10th, 2025 08:35 am
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My mouth tastes like teeth
dried in the sun
on a sandy beach
detached from the sea.
 
My hands feel like suede,
soft, worn, and flawed
cast off like old gloves
forgotten and free.
 
I am blind, deaf, and mute
to the world that surrounds,
yet filled with perceptions
of the Life that abounds.
 
2025.07.10

The original plan was to revise two older poems today, but for some reason, the phrase "my mouth tastes like teeth dried in the sun" kept rolling through my brain this morning.

My brain is indeed a strange place. 

I'll post a revision of an older poem later today.
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 Good Morning, my Beautiful Friends!
 
Well, I didn't really accomplish anything yesterday. I was dragging in the morning, so I decided to just putter around a bit and move the serious cleaning to the afternoon.  Welp. That wasn't the best idea...or maybe it was? I played with my planners (one for finance, one for life in general, and one that fits in my purse for grocery shopping and errands) for a bit, had lunch, started to have tummy troubles (as my mother would say), took a nap, played with my planners and stickers a bit more, contemplated dinner, didn't eat dinner, then went to bed early. I didn't get any continuous sleep until after midnight, though, because I kept getting woken up by really strong gas pains and gaseous emissions. Sorry if that was TMI.
 
I'm feeling a bit better today. I had a comfort breakfast -- egg and toast, banana, and tea -- and my body seems to be fine with that.  I'll deal with lunch and dinner when it's time for lunch and dinner, but I think whatever was twisting my digestive tract into knots has passed through my system. I never felt the malaise of being ill, so I guess it was something I ate, but I can't figure out what.  Oh well.  Sometimes bodies are mysterious.
 
Today I need to pay a few bills and take my husband to get his imaging done. Other than that, I'm going to be lazy, I think.
 
I feel comfortable in my sobriety, eating choices, and new spending habits. I am not high energy today, but I don't feel as tired as yesterday.  All will be well.
 
I hope you find something beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here!

pieces of us

Jul. 8th, 2025 08:48 pm
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 pieces of us
 
Pieces of you swirl on a universal tide
and coalesce to form
smaller bits like you
that are no more
independent than I
 
Pieces of you and a part of me
scatter through the Universe that you are
-- never lost, and sometimes found.  
 
Part of me and pieces of you
live in my heart, for good or for ill,
as long as we believe in us.
 
Pieces of me swirl on a universal tide
and coalesce to form
another version of me
who finds freedom
in being part of You.
 
 
2025.07.08

dropping the ball and taking a nap

Jul. 8th, 2025 08:20 am
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 On today's docket:
  1. 9 am Therapist appointment
  2. Power Hour Plus cleaning
  3. Rehang curtains?

Really, that's it. I thought it was a longer list than that. My husband may want to get his imaging done, but if not, I'm going to work on my Handbook this afternoon.

I might end up dropping the ball on that email I wanted to send to the insurance company. I'm starting to feel like it's not going to matter anyway, and I don't even have anything drafted yet. It's more like a puddle of thoughts and a sense of injustice. But it seems like everything in the outside world is unjust right now, so does saying anything even matter? Am I better off sticking to my own hula hoop in this matter, now that the passion is starting to drain away? I guess that's a conversation to have with my therapist.

How am I feeling? I'm feeling tired today. I had a good night's sleep and woke up naturally, but part of me just wants to crawl back into bed. My sobriety, new eating habits, and new spending habits aren't at risk. But I just feel tired across the board. Tired like I want to sleep, not tired like I want to give up, or feel emotionally depleted. I will definitely be taking a nap today, the earlier the better.

I hope you find something surprisingly beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.

every now and again

Jul. 8th, 2025 06:55 am
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 I tend to jot notes in the back of puzzle books. Sometimes, it's a reminder to check out a movie or book mentioned in a podcast. Other times, it's advice I've heard, a line of poetry, or a sudden realization about my life or the world around me. They are little bits and usually find their home before I'm done with the puzzles, and the book itself is ready for recycling.

 

But every now and again, there is something I want to remember, and yet has no home. So I am going to keep them here. Some may end up in other journal entries, but for those bits and bobs that remain housed on paper destined for immediate deposit to the recycle bin, I'll start keeping this mini journal within a journal.

 

And so it begins....

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 Good Morning, you Beautiful People!
 
Today is a nice blend of scheduled tasks and free time: my husband has an appointment with his pain management specialist this morning, then I will be picking up the groceries and running a few other errands. I have a couple of medical bills to take care of, and need to set up another patient portal for another doctor's office.  I think I have three doctors who use the same patient portal programming, but you can't link them together, so I need to create a new user for each doctor. It's mildly annoying, but nothing to get angsty about.
 
I continue to feel strong in my sobriety, comfortable in my food choices, and accepting of the change in financial decisions. I didn't budget in the medical bills (they arrived on Saturday), so I'm contemplating transferring money from savings to take care of them. I'll discuss it with my husband first, but I don't want to put them on the credit card.
 
I hope you find something beautiful in your day, and as always, thank you for being here.

beast and amazon

Jul. 6th, 2025 09:24 pm
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beast and amazon 
 
In shadow,
you are Beast
and I am Amazon.
 
Together, we see
those who have stumbled
yet did not Fall.
No longer bound to heaven
nor grounded by the earth.
 
We watch them
dance in the shade,
skitter and weave,
leaves in soft breeze.
 
In shadow
you are Beast
and I am Amazon
 
 
2025.07.06/11.17.2009/04.15.09

a very sunday sunday

Jul. 6th, 2025 08:58 pm
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 Good Evening, my Beautiful Friends!
 
Sunday has been very Sunday. I had a short list, because I did a lot of planning yesterday. I walked the dog before it got too hot, put away all of the clean laundry that was still lying around in piles (the items were folded -- I did everything but put them in their proper places), placed the grocery order, and fiddled with the July budget a bit more. I forgot to curb the yard waste, but the bin isn't full, so it will just have to wait until next week -- I'm already in my jammies and have taken a shower, so I don't want to go back out into the humidity.
 
I'm feeling strong in my sobriety, satisfied with my eating habits, and encouraged by the steps I've taken to correct my spending habits.
 
As long as I focus on my hoop, life is good. When I think much beyond my hoop, the world overwhelms. So I'm sticking to my own hoop. It just makes sense.
 
I hope you had a beautiful day, and as always, thank you for being here.

america

Jul. 4th, 2025 08:14 pm
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I wasn't feeling particularly energetic, creative, or patriotic for July 4, so I reposted this poem from an angsty 17-yea-old-Me for the #APoemADay project: 

america
 
In America
we are proud
as only we
can be
Our
beautiful
country
is falling apart
God, do
you still
love me?
Purple mountain
majesty
fields of
amber grain
smog cloud
covers
up
my sky
feel the burn
of acid rain
We trample
out the
forests
of our land
of
liberty
we talk
of dying
rivers
from sea to
shining
sea.
1982
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 Good Morning, you Beautiful People!
 
It is Saturday, and it is officially a Lazy Day for me. Instead of going to my Face-to-Face meeting today, I went to my AA Zoom meeting, because there was going to be a Group Conscience meeting after.  If you aren't familiar with AA, that's basically an administrative meeting. One of the subjects on the table was whether or not the group wanted to encourage profile pictures that are actual photos of the members, and what, if anything, should be done to encourage people to keep their cameras on. I felt pretty strongly about this, so I thought it best to share my opinion. While I usually do the meetings with the camera on and I love to see the faces of my AA buddies, I'm very much against the idea that one should feel forced to keep the camera on. One of the reasons why that particular group works so well is because it has always been pretty chill about that. Also, while I don't use it here, my profile picture there is my Stick-Figure-Me icon, which I use ALL OVER the internet. My account here is different, because I accidentally got stuck with a random name I was given (it happened when I was logging in through Google, and somewhere along the way I accidentally accepted it as permament...just so you know, Real_Park would mean absolute zilch to me, if it weren't how you folks know me). I wasn't sure if I was going to stay around at first, so I picked Harry from Sesame Street because I think he just doesn't get enough love.
 
Back to my point -- with AA, people should get to be anonymous. And online anonymity is fragile. Let people who are reaching out feel safe. As they get comfortable, they can start sharing more, and then, maybe one day, they will just start sharing and never know when to shut up.  [Some of my AA shares are similar to my SMART Recovery Check-ins...I just start freeform rambling in the middle of things, because I also see AA and SMART as places where I don't have to mask my ADHD.]  I wouldn't feel secure enough to be me if I felt obligated to leave my camera on, just as I am accustomed to my icons, both Stick-Figure-Me...and now, Harry -- he's really grown on me.
 
I originally wanted to also go to my AA Face-to-Face meeting, because a friend is celebrating their 7-month anniversary, but I am out of social energy. So I'll send her a text later today.
 
I am feeling strong in my sobriety, comfortable in my eating habits, and working with those new spending habits. I also feel lazy and look forward to taking a nap in about an hour.
 
I hope you find some sort of beautiful surprise today (it can be as small as a buttercup, or as majestic as a hawk flying above you), and as always, thank you for being here.
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