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Blog: The Chronicles of Blarghnia

The ten days since I arrived have been whiplash between speedy movement and total arrest, with a lot of time spent on introspection and adjusting to my return to work. I’ve been struggling with my sleep, naps and overnight sleeping both being filled with inscrutable dreams that when I wake have my heart racing, cold Continue reading
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Blog: Sail by the Stars

Anchors are aweigh again, and the journey continues on the pivot. The car re-tetrised, I have returned to the road, determined to find where I can call home for some true comfort, at least for a time, as the last slip figuratively crumbled. If the past 2.5ish months have taught me anything at all – Continue reading
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Hot Take: Deciding On Self

One of the most powerful skills I have started to acquire in the quiet meditations and fortuitous interactions along the path of Life Yeet 2025 is how to face myself in a balanced way. Addressing the good, the bad, and the in-between helps make decisions toward growth and movement – toward a fulfilling life. Decision-making Continue reading
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Blog: Only I Will Remain

As of today, I am officially a divorcee. I woke up to the document in my inbox after a nightmare so complex and odd that it may warrant its own blog post later on. Upon waking, I saw the email from the lawyers and immediately burst into tears, overwhelmed by a diaspora of emotion I Continue reading
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Blog: Sails as Projector Screens

Sequencing the vignettes of this time in my life is challenging, as there seems to be little coherent narrative. There are extraordinary scenes, short and vivid, that even when put chronologically tell no story. They’ll paint a landscape, or a collage of moments, gathered in the interstice between life phases. There seems to be little Continue reading
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Alchemeyes

Perdida the lossVoid left when you’re goneHerida the woundNostalgia held on Transmute pain to goldEach lesson beat hardCáete and foldReveal ev’ry card — When all are gone whoHastened this demiseAlchemize — ComprometidaIt’s one shovel lessAlma sufridaSuffers loneliness Ti mismo salv’rasPain’s lessons repeatTu alma gast’rasTo make snapped ends meet — And when days are doneWho sold Continue reading
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Dawn Star

Dawn star, so farHolding last of nightDark cloud, East shroudsHope in morning light Last call, night fallLetting magic leaveLost sense, silenceBreaks the old belief If only I could sleep Let go, low blowsLosing last of fightRising, mind singsAll will be alright Mourning dove, morning loveRising to ascendTime steals, revealsThis is not the end If only Continue reading
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Blog: August’s Open Skies

The journey to the next Port of Call was comparatively brief, but the lead up so intense that I once again feel held together by thin wire, and I can barely stay standing. I consistently find myself swearing and wishing I could magic my belongings into a bag of holding. Instead, soaked in summer’s stickiness, Continue reading
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Blog: 14 Days, 13 More

TW: mental health, self-harm, suicide flavored stuff Reading between the lines of my blogs and poetry, it’s likely apparent if anyone is reading that, given my choices to take control of my life, I have endured something like 3 solid months of painful endings. My group of people, most whom I thought better of, made Continue reading
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Blog: Storm Clouds to the East

A harrowing work week has come to an end and looking up from two back to back 12 hour days that went from 4am to 4pm I realized – oh, I’ve been here a week now. It hit me while cloudgazing outside of this temporary sanctuary; unusual winds pushed the storm I awaited north and Continue reading