I M Perfect lady

Examples of an Imperfect woman

  • In the parade of life.

    There are many different small pieces of myself I have been working on. The integration of my mother's image and mine. The lack of control of have of the next generation. Mostly just focusing on being a single me. Bringing… Continue reading

  • I did nothing.

    I used to have a weird goal, to get to a place of nothing.  To get everything done, so I could then do nothing.  Doing nothing seemed to be a heaven of sorts, an idea of just being.  Not in… Continue reading

  • WIND

    I find it hard to believe that this week, WIND is 8 years old.   Eight years of fun on Wednesday nights.   Eight years of meeting new friends, learning new things and having fun experiences.   Eight years of growing in… Continue reading

  • To Be Alone

    Many years ago, I used to see my mother in my eyes.  And, it caused me to not want to look into a mirror. I didn't see her image so much as her energy.  It is hard to explain but… Continue reading

  • Celebrate That

    On Mother's Day, you typically look backwards, to the point of your beginning; to the woman who raised you.  This glance backwards in estrangement can leave a smudge or dark imprint on the day. However, this year I spoke of… Continue reading

  • Driving on the Right!

    My Jeep is in the Body Shop for repairs from the Hit and Run.  I had planned for me to be out of town for part of it, knowing I would not be a happy mail lady delivering from a… Continue reading

  • Revolting against It

    We see the world through our beliefs, our fears and often our guilt, and even our wishes.   It is hard to get a clear view of reality.   A reality that is stripped of everything but actions.   Reality… Continue reading

  • I am Full

    While continuing to play in my basement, I listened to a podcast with Michael Gervais. His podcast is "Finding Mastery" – I can't find the one where I heard this – "Fear is the natural response to the Unknown."  They… Continue reading

  • Sunday Art is My Fuel

    Continuing to do Sunday Art feels like a luxury that is a staple.   A frivolous routine that I use to refuel myself, and escape the reality of Covid 19.   The heaviness of doing something practical overwhelmed me immediately.… Continue reading

  • Before it was discovered.

    I listened to a podcast yesterday, that calmed me down, and had me thinking of this virus in new ways.  I will continue to use Hand Sanitizer and Clorox wipes and will still be social distancing, etc.  This isn't about… Continue reading