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thoughts + musings
Second favorite song.
Hypnotized in a swirl of audible color, I’m instantly at ease from the start of this song.
Slow for flowers.
But then, this question came through the side door of my thoughts: “Aren’t you sick of wondering?”
30 things that need their own vocabulary word.
Get it together Webster. Make some words for these.
The brain is an iceberg.
Like nails on a chalkboard, her advice screeched into my psyche. That’s exactly what I didn’t want to hear and exactly what I needed to.
84 and there’s still more.
This is a side of my grandma I’ve never met, and I suspect, is one she hasn’t either.
The only vows that stuck.
The groom’s vows articulated love in one of the most meaningful ways I’d ever heard.
Repeating dream theme.
One of these dreams isn’t notable, but now that I’m having multiple of them, I’m wondering what they could mean.
Safe doubt.
In acquiring a taste for contemplating paradoxes like these, I have gradually become repelled by tidy faith.
Getting ready to miss it.
He hit a nerve. I felt tears welling and my hold on the doorknob tightened.
Rich ordinary.
I remembered how committed I once was to finding beauty in the mundane of my everyday life and how that skill has gone rusty.
Committee against Santa Claus.
I had just turned 8 the year that the whole sham was exposed.
The Sunday Times.
The experience of laying the paper out and peeling it over for whatever reason enthralled me.