Sometimes You Just Need To Write A Post With No Point (That Turns Into A Reflection On Dreams And Depression)

If you couldn’t tell, I’ve been trying to blog more. It’s been both easier and harder than I thought. Easier, because I love blogging and writing and it is easy to do things that your spirit requires to feel most like itself. Harder, because I’m so out of practice, and sometimes I don’t know what to say or how to say it. Sometimes I don’t believe that I have anything to offer; sometimes I spend time crafting posts, but dither over publishing them. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve hit the zenith of any talent or ability I had, and it’s

In Which Animals Appear in My Dreams

I’m in the mood lately to make lists. Not simple bullet-point lists, but a compendium of thoughts, memories, images. Lately my head’s overstuffed with consciousness, and putting and organizing thoughts down somewhere makes it feel better. I call it a librarian’s impulse, or an archivist’s urge — maybe it’s because I’m older and I want to sort through the stuff of life so far as I head into my “next act”? I don’t know, but that’s what I’m doing here — making my own little #MemoriesDreamsReflections. First up: dreams! I love dreams. I’m not talking about the aspirational “things I

On spring cleaning of a different kind

I had a strange dream last night. I tell you this because I know a lot of people hate reading about dreams. If you do, you can just skip to the end, but it won’t make much sense. +++ In my dream, I was making a movie, which is something that I haven’t done in awhile. The movie was this: I would bring my camera to a significant room in my life, either set up a tripod or have someone hold the camera, and then I’d film myself standing in the center of the room, spinning. As I spun, I