My banana-coconut cookie dough is in the fridge as I type.
I started reading The Twelve Tribes of Hattie this morning. The first chapter was brutal and galvanizing. I put the book down and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I made for the kitchen, desperate for comfort.
The truth was, I wanted to do both. I need to do both. Also, to scream. My body is seriously trying to process my emotional life. Things have been going well and I believe another layer, sedimentary, is rumbling...heating up. I want to yank, but cannot find any cracks into which I can dig my fingers and pull.
Sheer rock...despite evidence of rock shear. A challenging in-between.
I hate in-between.
My monthly is coming!
(Lunar) Spring is coming!
Change of season ~ change of season ~ change of season ~ change of season ~
P.S. Flight Behavior was excellent for any Kingsolver fans out there. Thank you, Barbra.
P.P.S. Going to a show today with my honey. Thank goodness, it will be good to get out of the apartment.
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