Category: Life

girl wyd

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What have I been doing?

Mostly, I’ve been going through a separation and divorce. I’m not going to write too much about it here. You might see some pieces of it in work that I put up in the next few weeks.

I will say that it’s really hard to go through a separation and divorce! Who knew?! Most of my energy has been tied up in that for over a year and I feel like haven’t accomplished much in that time.

Of course, just getting through it has been an accomplishment. I hung in there. I lived my life and did an okay job. I kept writing and working on art projects for fun and to stay sane. I told myself stories.

Now that I’m through it, I want to step it up. I’ve been doing more in the past few months and I want to buckle down and commit to the work of making things.  I want to share stories. Continue reading “girl wyd” →

Light is the left hand of darkness.

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I finished my first book of the year last night, a reread of Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness. I read it again because a) I love it, b) I want to start working on the paper I wrote about it as a grad school writing sample, and c) I needed it. I won’t say too much here about how much I love Le Guin. (I do. A lot. More than I can describe actually.) Somehow I always find the wisdom that I need nestled in her words. So, on the first morning of the new year, I sat in the armchair in front of the window plagued by uncertainty and read the line, “But alas we must walk forward troubling the new snow, proving and disproving, asking and answering.” It grabbed me and didn’t let go.

On this rereading, the theme of wholeness stuck out to me more than anything else. I’ve been thinking about how important wholeness is to a life.

I’ve been in despair lately, existential and personal, overwhelmed by the seemingly systematic and insidious isolation of the parts of my self. Continue reading “Light is the left hand of darkness.” →

Adventures at the Met

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I know you get it, I’ve been busy. As a recap, consider: in February add a second job, in March move and get married, in April go to Mexico, in May graduate college, in June go to New York City, then take a deep breath. We got back from New York City two weeks ago where we visited with some internet friends who showed us the sights and how to use the Metro and let us sleep on their couch. IMG_8613

We ate a lot of food in New York City (I ate four bagels in five days) and a lot of walking. We saw a lot. Fortunately for me, among those things were two museums: The Metropolitan Museum of Art and the American Museum of Natural History.

Having grown up in Kansas City, I went on my first field trip to the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art in the second grade. I still remember the smell quite vividly. I also remember the way the Arabia Steamboat Museum smelled when we went in the fourth grade. Luckily for you, I won’t be writing about the way The Met and the AMNH smelled for an entire post.

I’ve been to Kansas City’s National World War I Museum many times and it was this museum that taught me to meditate. Museums have always been for me a spiritual sort of experience. Continue reading “Adventures at the Met” →