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September | 2015 | bind my wandering heart.
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Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. Journal entry lest i forget. September 7, 2015. February 16, 2016. Let’s face it: I know quite a bit about depression and chronic pain. I have lived it, and I have researched it until the wee hours of the morning. I’ve read books and blogs, articles and essays; I’ve written them, too. I’ve got the book smarts and the street smarts. Did I take my medication on time? When have I been going to bed? And how’s my stress level? Am I eating well?
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August | 2015 | bind my wandering heart.
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Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. August 27, 2015. February 17, 2016. I am so tired. She says, a cavern. Submerged in the watery light of morning. Incrementally, she raises herself up from. The folded fulcrums of a blue grey blanket,. As tears are falling,. Shattering like broken glass. Like an echo,. Not to me or to anyone, really,. I’ve done this before,. Hurried and hopeful,. But now I know: take it slow. Or else you cut yourself. She crouches close to the ground,. Selfy...
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December | 2016 | bind my wandering heart.
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Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. December 1, 2016. December 1, 2016. And simply retort, Sucks, bruh! And these days, there are other days (read: today). Sheepish days. Uncertain days. Murky and muddled days. Walking-through-mud days. Falling-on-my-face days. Anxious, timid, tumultuous, affected days where it takes every ounce of my mental energy to dispel the fears that I am not enough. But I can’t beg. I won’t. Am I doing something to make this worse for them? The first y...
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luminous things: on being a (not-quite-yet) teacher. | bind my wandering heart.
https://whateverisfickle.wordpress.com/2015/12/03/on-being-a-not-quite-yet-teacher
Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. Luminous things: on being a (not-quite-yet) teacher. December 3, 2015. February 16, 2016. I’m sitting in my bedroom, with its soft beiges and greys and blues (colors I picked because I need a quiet haven), soft lamplight to my left and a puppy cuddled up right next to me. “Friends” is on Netflix, so naturally, it’s playing in the background. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is the universe is not really helping me de-stress. And constant ...
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these days. | bind my wandering heart.
https://whateverisfickle.wordpress.com/2016/12/01/these-days
Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. December 1, 2016. December 1, 2016. And simply retort, Sucks, bruh! And these days, there are other days (read: today). Sheepish days. Uncertain days. Murky and muddled days. Walking-through-mud days. Falling-on-my-face days. Anxious, timid, tumultuous, affected days where it takes every ounce of my mental energy to dispel the fears that I am not enough. But I can’t beg. I won’t. Am I doing something to make this worse for them? The first y...
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Sausage & Wild Rice Casserole | deb's recipes and such
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Deb's recipes and such. A place to share my favorites. My favorite cookbooks and recipe sources. Sausage and Wild Rice Casserole. November 27, 2013. This is my all-time favorite Thanksgiving side dish. I would skip the turkey before I missed having this dish. It’s a family recipe from way back from one of the best cooks I’ve known. It’s even better the next day with a plate of scrambled eggs and leftover fruit salad. I’ll add a photo after I bake it tomorrow! 1 lb bulk sausage, hot or mild. 1 1/2 c water.
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February | 2016 | bind my wandering heart.
https://whateverisfickle.wordpress.com/2016/02
Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. A journal entry. it’s not you. February 16, 2016. July 12, 2016. It’s not you. It’s me. I want to be consistent. Really. I want to wake up when my alarm goes off and greet the morning like the abundant blessing it is. Really. I want to show up to work early. I have plans to do so. Really. I want to create, to write, to read. Really. But right now, I’m all sorts of. I want to tell you that my plans to show up early turn into plans to show up...
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journal entry | sleep. | bind my wandering heart.
https://whateverisfickle.wordpress.com/2016/07/12/journal-entry-sleep
Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. July 12, 2016. July 12, 2016. I haven’t been sleeping. Oh, this happens from time to time, but my familiarity with it doesn’t make me any less frustrated when it shows up. I’m sure it’s stress, I’m sure it’s anxiety, I’m sure it’s depression, I’m sure it’s the pain in my muscles and joints, I’m sure it doesn’t really matter what it is because I just miss sleeping. I’m reading Leslie Jamison’s The Empathy Exams, and in it, she says,. And I h...
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If I’ve Taught | bind my wandering heart.
https://whateverisfickle.wordpress.com/2016/02/13/if-ive-taught
Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. If I’ve Taught. February 13, 2016. February 17, 2016. 8220;This is so stupid! 8221; Well, we’re in agreement there, dear. It’s your issue, not mine! Some time later you remember to unclench your teeth. They didn’t do so hot on their last grammar test. Maybe it’s them; maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s lack of learning, lack of teaching–or it’s apathy. 8221; I say. Word is a gerund or a adjectival participle. I try my darnedest anyway. Side note, do...
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bind my wandering heart. | how fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. | Page 2
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Bind my wandering heart. How fickle my heart; how woozy my mind. Luminous things: on being a (not-quite-yet) teacher. December 3, 2015. February 16, 2016. I’m sitting in my bedroom, with its soft beiges and greys and blues (colors I picked because I need a quiet haven), soft lamplight to my left and a puppy cuddled up right next to me. “Friends” is on Netflix, so naturally, it’s playing in the background. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is the universe is not really helping me de-stress. And constant ...
