
few words wednesday



The clocks have been turned back and the days are growing short and dark. I have a lot of appreciation for this quiet, internal season and it doesn’t bother me – I find late winter to early spring much more difficult, and actually dislike the very long days of summer when it doesn’t get dark until 9 or 10 – but this time of year is hard for a lot of people including my kiddo. There’s an inevitable drop in mood and energy once the gloom of deep fall descends and warmer weather activities wind down. I think it’s important to lean into it and find the enjoyment as much as possible.
I am not a toxic positivity person so I also try to realize that it’s okay to have some down days, feel sad, depressed and / or uncomfortable. This is part of being human and the dark and light go hand in hand. I just also try to remind myself (and my kiddo) that we have tools in our toolbox to take care of ourselves and usher ourselves and each other through those times and hopefully make them a little better.
I hope wherever you are, you are looking forward to a safe and peaceful November, in spite of external factors like weather (and the US election if you are in the US). Be well and enjoy this season of hygge.


October finish! Shortie socks for me in the ‘Summer at Cherry Republic’ colorway, Spruce Fingering (100% superwash merino) by Round Mountain Fibers.
Pattern is the Vanilla Sock on 9” circulars by Kayla Litton aka Crazy Sock Lady – modified to be a shortie.
Raveled here.

As the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness descends on southeast Michigan, I am returning to an old love – trail running.

As a person with generalized anxiety, as I move through the golden woods, I find myself reflecting that my experience with trail running has a lot of parallels to my daily experience living life.
I have to go about it with a measure of control. If I approach it with too much abandon, there’s a good chance I’ll end up hurt.
I am constantly scanning several feet in front of me, looking for hidden dangers and obstacles.

I am usually worried that if I take my eyes off the terrain, or get tired or lazy, that I’m going to take a nasty spill.
I meet all kinds of different souls on the trail. Some are friendly and want to exchange a moment. Some are wary, and some are baleful. It doesn’t matter. As long as they aren’t an escaped homicidal axe murderer, it’s all good.

If I’m in the right frame of mind, I can get into a meditative flow state where nothing really matters except what is right in front of me, my feet on the trail, my breath in my ears, and the world moving past me.
This state never lasts as long as I would like it to.
Every now and then I see a glimpse of amazing pure beauty, and it takes my breath away.

I’ve learned that my pace doesn’t matter. I take as much time as I need to get through it. It’s not about the end result, it’s about the journey.
If you’ve known me for awhile, relative to who I will be voting for in 17 days – it’s pretty clear already – Kamala. Obviously.
Kamala Harris is – simply put – the more qualified candidate, by leaps and bounds. She is highly educated, a former prosecutor, has served as Vice President. She has clear, coherent plans and actions to address key issues. That’s all there is to say about her.
Unfortunately, I have many more personal opinions and thus much more to say about her opponent.
I do not think Trump is fit to hold any office. I don’t think he’s even fit to be a manager in a midrate corporation, frankly. As far back in his checkered past as you want to look (from the Roy Cohn days to the Central Park Five to his media circus marriages, bankruptcies, reality television, pageants) – he has never been anything except out for his own best interests. He is a felon. He is a sexual abuser. He has made sexually suggestive statements about underage women including his own daughter.
He has stated that we will never vote again if he becomes president. He has blatantly said he will be dictator on day one. He has said terribly disrespectful things about our military and our veterans and has shown to me that his use of patriotism, Christianity and the Bible are cheap and exceptionally crass gambits for legitimacy without a shred of honesty.
I think he’s every bit as addle-brained and affected by issues of competency and coherence as anything that was ever said about Joe Biden.
I despise his racially biased rhetoric, his unwillingness to disavow white supremacy, his contempt for women, the shambles he has made of SCOTUS, and how he has stripped away healthcare for women and their right to bodily autonomy. He has inspired a clown car of stupid, crude, and hateful followers who now feel it’s acceptable to voice their hatred of anything not male and white. They demonize women and immigrants and think school shootings are false flags (to the point that they will harass, verbally abuse and threaten survivors and follow them around during visits to Washington DC – hello, Marjorie Taylor-Greene). He’s given a voice to ignorant and dishonest politicians who are equally selfishly motivated (Vance, Taylor-Greene, Gaetz, Boebert, Lake, Abbott, Cruz – I’m looking at you).
He inspired, fomented, and encouraged an armed insurrection, despite his current claims that it was an unarmed ‘day of love’. He encouraged his supporters to do violence against elected politicians of his party and those across the aisle. He watched them trample our capital, deface it, assault police officers, loot, steal, rob, all the while sitting in the White House eating fast food. He has shown that he does not respect the fundamentals of our democracy, he does not support a peaceful transition of power, and he will sow discontent and undermine our country’s democracy to stay in power. After January 6, which I watched live on multiple channels, as it happened, I cannot believe we are having any conversation that involves his political viability.
I believe Donald Trump was unfit to be president the first time around. The only thing that has changed is that he’s gotten worse. He is unfit to be president (or hold any office) ever again.

