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Winding the Clock

Begin here. My cuticles are a mess. My heart is a mess. My house is a mess. My C.V. is a mess. My sense of time and space is a mess. It’s time to wind the clocks back up, and I have dirty dishes in the kitchen, emails to return, articles to write, readings to conduct, clothes to launder, a larder to fill. I’m not sure what to eat, what to drink, where to go, what to say. I’m not sure what to do at all but I know I can’t do nothing. So I put on rubber gloves, fill the sink with soapy hot water, and begin here.

Manifestival

Whatever is not brought to consciousness comes to us as fate. –Carl Jung

This is the quote that’s been on my consciousness–collective and otherwise– all week. Sometimes we have to listen; sometimes we have to act. It’s a balance that will assert itself even when we try to tip the scales in our favor. It’s a tarot card, a tipsy aside, a happy or unhappy catastrophe waiting in the wings. It’s a Jung quote, which in and of itself settles the score.

Moon Marching, Clocks Stopped

Today is the Chinese New Year and the beginning of a new moon cycle. I have not talked or written much in a week. Life is difficult in a way that is not aided by narration. It is difficult in a stop the clocks way, though that is not my story to tell. I have been in Massachusetts, and Gracie has been, too. Bringing her with me has proved ill-advised though she behaved beautifully in her carrier. She’s such a polite kitty. Sometimes I speak about her archly but the truth is I never feel alone so long as she is by my side; she is the truest of companions.

That said, my overfamiliar only loves me, which makes catsitting her problematic. She does not like when others visit when I am not home. She does not like staying in others’ homes when they are there, especially when I am not.

I brought her with me to Massachusetts as an experiment of sorts. Could I leave her with my goddaughters and their father in the Greater Boston Area while their mom and I journeyed further into New England for our annual mid-winter adventure? As it happens, it was a failed experiment. Circumstances drastically shifted, and I stayed with the girls while their parents braved the New England blizzard to face a different kind of storm. A bluer one. Continue Reading →

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy