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(My new orchid plant) You know, these Reliquary posts are the epitome of boring mundane minutia, but this is how I stay present. By naming what is small and real I stay tethered to the day. Capturing these mundane moments are a way of placing my hand on what is actually here, now, so I
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It was a beautiful day today. So after my call with my friend this morning I decided to go to the mall and return an item, which I’m so proud of returning rather than trying to make it work. I didn’t want to stay home and find something that needs doing. A bit of retail
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I knew that today was Friday – I did. And yet when I woke up I believed I had the Saturday call with my friend. I even signed on to the room, but it is Friday. I was rearranging my morning around that call, but it is Friday. Now I have to try and get
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I’m having the dental work on Tuesday. Gah! It is going to be an ordeal, the process takes hours, no getting around that. I’ve decided I need to prepare myself. Not worry about it, not fret about it, but take care of myself and my body. Because this dental work needs to be done, one
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Only in hindsight do I see how much has happened. At the time, it all felt like one long, grinding stretch of effort and endurance — the holidays, the decisions, the conversations, the letting go. Each thing arrived demanding attention, as if it were the only thing on the table. But now, looking back just
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This post comes to you via my new Sky Blue Air—the MacBook that replaced my MacBook Pro after it was damaged. I got it all set up today. It is so nice to have access to a laptop again – I know it was only what? a day?, but I’m addicted. That said, so far
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Today was the anniversary of losing Jmy. I didn’t know how today was going to go, obviously I didn’t sleep much last night. It has been a very strange day and I don’t know that I can describe it. I’m just going to have to sit with it for a while. I kinda have this
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Today has not been a good day. My laptop is history. According to Apple, it cannot be effectively repaired. Oh they can clean it out, but it’ll only extend its life for a short time. In a totally freak accident, I spilled an entire cup of coffee over the keyboard. It happens to everybody so
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I’ve realized that small anticipations are among this year’s sweetest discoveries of inhabiting my life. They are not grand plans or life-altering goals. They are little points of pleasure, placed along the calendar, gentle markers to look forward to — something to carry me through ordinary or difficult days. For years, in survival mode, my
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At one in the morning I was awake, watching an episode of Landscape Artist of the Year, eating chocolate cake and drinking a glass of milk. I had climbed into bed before eight. Freshly laundered bed linens, lightly scented with a spritz of my favorite perfume — Miss Dior. I was clean and warm from a