Down below you are seemingly endless depths. First, your own body, below the first inch of which is too appalling to consider visually. Then dirt, filled with insects, mud, grime, and a fiery core. Below that? An inhospitable vacuum. That’s above you, too. There are depths that aren’t physical, as well. The astounding degree to…
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Freeing a hell of a bird
A soul could be a bird. In “The Girl who Fell Beneath the Sea” by Axie Oh, the main character’s soul is a magpie, and I feel like mine could be some avian variety as well. I can feel it now, in fact. Fluttering madly in my chest, the ribs like cage bars. Such is…
Finding me in the mess: The Sandman and I just want our stuff back.
Am I myself without my stuff? Surely, the answer is yes, right? We reside somewhere in our minds in our brains in our bodies, and the outside world is just something with interact with to achieve our goals. However, I’m not so sure that is true, at least for me and the Sandman. I just…
The Everything Bagel isn’t Everything: Dealing with life’s meh
I’ve been going through it lately. A bad “it.” “It” can be a lot of things to different people, but “it”‘s are everywhere. I’m tired of “it.” Figuring out how to cope with “it” all has been a top priority for me, when I could figure things out at all. In my better moments, I…
A Redshirt’s Journey: How to hope when dreams fizzle
You are, quite possibly, a redshirt. As are we all. We all know about the Hero’s journey, I’ve blogged about it before and I’ve made a yoga flow about it. It sets the template for so many of our popular art forms. More or less: the hero pines for something, gets it, it’s good but not…
Poem – Sitting in Compost
I’m sitting in the compost of the lives I might have led I should be sending roots down but I’m feeding worms instead. Plans and purpose, potential things, go down into the loam, Their crumbly, black-brown detritus is what I now call home. The aim is growing up and out, a shoot, a leaf, a…
Breaking (it all) down in the Wanda way
Visualize, don’t dissociate. Or maybe: diagram, don’t dissociate. But that latter one sounds like an office slogan. In any case, that’s what I’m trying to do. Things are stressful and have been for a long time. So it goes, right? But I’m not sure I’m dealing with it altogether well. Something is broken. Jagged. Foggy….
“I am Moana!” : Naming yourself so others can’t
I’ve written before about identity – and in particular, the forces (or “modules”) in our mind and how we can organize them. I’ve also written about making sure no one else hijacks your mental A/I – our interface between those forces and the world. But what if someone can hijack your modules? Not an ad…
Reading “The Secret Garden” as a monopod
This Spring’s been a weird one for me. Mostly because I’ve been totally one-footed due to surgery. I can’t put any weight on my left foot. Life as a monopod is not awesome, in general, I must say. It’s painful and inconvenient in the extreme. But one good thing about this Spring is that my…
We are all Agatha: Practicing Dark Magic Too Soon as a Species
Caution: Contains spoilers for “WandaVision” Episode 8 Do we know too much? Can a person know too much? I think maybe. After all: Banning books = bad. But: Showing inappropriate material to young people = bad. Right? And yet these things are kind of mutually exclusive. Lest we think we are for totally free flowing…