I hate days like this… I feel twitchy after spending the last 2 days pulling weeds in my gardens and having bugs crawl all over me… I still feel like I’m going to have a panic attack. I know I should be used to this by now and I know bugs are no big deal, really, but I still cannot help the way I react. I try so hard to play it cool and to stay calm. I have these huge spiders in my flower beds and when you startle them they run toward you – not away from you. It freaks me out. Not to mention the beetles, ants and roaches that live in the taller weeds and thick grasses that I have to deal with. I hate this feeling… everything that touches me makes me flinch. I’m so jumpy. I think I will just sit calmly the rest of the day and sip tea and watch Netflix.
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I’ve been working hard on several art projects lately… It’s amazing how therapeutic it is to sit still and work on making something beautiful…
These projects are fun and cheap and quite easy to do and I cannot tell you how nice it is to sit focused for a period of time with all of my energy focused on these projects. It makes it quiet inside…helps the noise die down in my head.
I spend most of my days feeling so anxious and sad – sometimes it’s nice to get so lost in a project all I feel is the pleasure of creation…
It also makes my heart feel a little lighter to indulge my inner whimsy…

I was walking along the beach in Fort Clinch State Park FL when I saw this large, beautiful (to me, anyway) horseshoe crab…
I saw this crab on his back, tail straight in the air and assumed he was dead…. people were walking all around him – no doubt avoiding him out of revulsion, fear, or apathy – I was afraid he was dead but was pleasantly surprised to see he was ok. I turned him over and watched him make his way to the water and swim off. I know it is a small, insignificant thing the the grand scheme of life – but saving his life made me feel so good inside…
I’ve tossed and turned for hours and I’m about ready to give up on sleep. Night sweats and hot flashes are not conducive to good rest and I feel so wound up and disoriented from this desperate need to rest that I don’t know that I am really capable of coherent thought at the moment. My thoughts race on some Silent-Hill-esque distorted merry-go-round on which the horses are darkly demonic with red eyes and flaming nostrils… rotting flesh and exposed bone… where the calliope is just off-key and so discordant and loud it sets your teeth on edge. This dark carnival of my mind… this sea of faces… I don’t know what to do with it all… here a leering clown, terrifying and somehow familiar under the painted face… there a carnival barker pedaling wares in a voice that triggers unwanted memories and me racing down the freeway trying to escape all of it…. I don’t want these thoughts, memories, fears, doubts and emotions washing over me like a flood tide. I fear I may drown in this. Please, God, don’t let me drown…












