Possession

as in being possessed by a force or a spirit. I haven't felt this way of late, mainly because my attentions have been supremely divided. Now that the kid's not in daycare (holidays), Meredith and I have been having to find new activities to keep an ever-curious mind occupied. She came up with this ingenious exploratory tool, comprised of a fairly deep box, some measuring cups, spoons, and containers, and a mess of dried beans. The kid loves it, but it can only occupy his mind for so long.

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Speaking of being possessions, I usually feel "possessed" when something compels me to write. Mind you, I attempt to write a little something more regularly, but it's much easier to come to the desk with a churning brain, and frankly I haven't had the luxury of that recently. Anxious? Yes. But I also acknowledge that this is my writing pattern. A lot of this collected, internal gobbledy-goo becomes the poems of the summer, so I shouldn't stress.

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Right?

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What do you want for Christmas?

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Current Spin:

Is this "Chill Wave"? Don't know my musical movements these days because there are so many!