Growing Pains

I have been in Portland about a month now. Moving. I had forgotten what a whirl of looping it can be... Pick up and go. Settle in. Adjust. Shift. Rebox and unbox expectations. Fall down. Squirm. Struggle. Go limp. Float.

This is the frantic dance of a growing seed. Wisdom of the sister says, "flowers have to push through soil and manure before they get to bloom in the sun. Remember you are a flower!"

Ok sister. I'll try.

Contemplating leprechauns

A year that is new. Still sitting by the big screen TV window.

I have a sticky, stinky urge to plop a new thing into the world. Yes. Like a baby. But not a baby. The kind of spawn that is of a more figurative nature.

If I were a leprechaun, I would be a rainbow-gold-guardian-in-training. I would have to wear one of those embarrassing trainee badges, and all of the qualified leprechauns would chuckle a bit at the sight of me: hat on a sideways, coat-tails tucked into my knee-highs, half of my mustache left unshaven. Oh the leprechaun world, it’s not for the faint of heart.

A year that is new. Still sitting by the window. Relieved I’m a Dana and not a leprechaun.