December 2024 – Muttering Retreats

Raynaud’s Phenomenon

I stopped knocking when I saw the blood Had drained out of me, againPast my knucklesColor faded to whiteMy fingers go numb in the coldSo I often miss when I’ve been outsideA little too long I plunge my hands into my pocketsThe pain will come soon (White hot, they say, with almost no hint ofContinueContinue reading “Raynaud’s Phenomenon”

In Their Words

Stumbled on this piece today and it struck me as apropos of everything. Everything Is Made Of LaborFarnaz FatemiThe inchworm’s trajectory:pulse of impulse. The wormis tender. It won’t livelong. Its green glows.It found a place to go.Arrange us with meaning,the words plead. Find the threadthrough the dark.

The Piercing Chill of an Alpine November

This November came in hopeful then quickly descended into discouraging. disheartened. Fatigued, vulnerable, and spent. Such were the early days. Days we needed in order to adjust. To remember, to acknowledge. To start to repair. The rest of the month afforded me a few weeks of quiet introspection and observation. I found solace in theContinueContinue reading “The Piercing Chill of an Alpine November”