• Zebras, Nails and Other Overcomplications

    My sweetie said something to me recently. “When you see a four legged animal, see a horse, not a zebra.” And, if this were in regards to art, or imagination, or living a generally colorful life, that would be terrible advice. However, it’s about none of those things. It’s about, specifically, in this instance, the fact that my life long asthma has been working as much overtime as a workaholic firefighter on a multi week string of 24 hour shifts, and we’ve been freaking out about it a bit. Because this isn’t something that happens. In fact, in the 10 years we’ve been together, as she pointed out well before…

  • Sleepy Sunday Meditations

    There’s something about a rainy Sunday where you don’t actually need to leave the house. Oh sure, you could leave the house. There are always groceries to get. You could clean out the car. But. But you could also get those groceries tomorrow, and the car is always going to be messy anyways, and Monday is lurking around the corner peeking impatiently waving it’s list of things to do and hefting its bucket of stress, and anyways, it’s raining. We flew in this morning from a quick two night trip, and after a nap, and a proper dog cuddle, my sweetie decided it was of utmost necessity to make home…

  • Important Reminders

    Fellow artists, fellow work-from-home-ers, fellow introverts, fellow misanthropic lovers and anxiety addicts, I’ve learned an important, vital lesson today: You really, really need to get the heck out of the house. On a regular basis. Preferably every time you need to work. Ok, ok, so you’ll say things like “Well, waitaminute, that’s a bit overly general, I quite like my home office, I do quite well in it and get regular socialization and am still well rounded and well adjusted.” Right, which is why in this particular blog post, I’m not addressing you. Good for you. Well done. I’m genuinely jealous of your well adjusted-ness in this facet of life.…

  • The Importance of Ritual

    To make the point that is the point of this post, I need to illustrate with a personal story. My sweetie and I, in an effort to cold turkey clean up our health in a desperate gambit against sloth, stress and age, and joined in by my mom and sort of by my dad, have decided to go for a month without any alcohol, fried foods, white grains, or white sugar, and drinking an approximate crap-ton of what they call ‘sassy water’ which is water with cucumber (bleh), lemon, mint and ginger. Added to this, I decided to lean into this whole thing, and I added a rather radical screen…

  • Staying Afloat

    Life sometimes gets…heavy. And sometimes it’s tricky to talk about because it feels weird to be complaining when you can’t count your blessings on both hands and both feet. There’s this common misconception that the blessings neutralize out the heaviness and stress. And we might intellectually know that this isn’t true, but it’s hard to really internalize that anyways. So then you feel ungrateful and unmindful, and, still, stressed and hopeless and possibly depressed, almost definitely anxious. Lately, my wife has been spending her spare time reading the increasingly common articles coming out every day about the ecological disaster we’re all either ignoring or completely in the dark about how…

  • Paying Attention

    Overheard in a coffee shop: “Custard?! C’mon, nobody is passionate about custard!!” This actually brings up a good point. No, not about custard. (and frankly, I bet there are people out there that have fairly strong feelings about custard. Especially Flan, which is latin custard. Oh boy are there Puerto Ricans out there passionate about their flan. Anyways, I digress….) So, the good point. I don’t know about you, but I have a very strong tendency to close my walls up, in various ways. Either by hermitting at home (which is easy enough to do, since I work from home), or falling into my notebooks, or putting my headphones on…