Whole New World

  • Love,  Whole New World

    Heart High

    While far too much has transpired since last I wrote here, suffice to say that I am back in the sun-drenched land of Mexico, having moved (WITH CATS) now twice between countries. I am here to stay, at least until somewhere else beckons even more loudly. But what of this heart?

  • Ho, Earthling!,  Whole New World

    Only the Lonely

    I’m lonely as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore. I realized yesterday that I’ve been traumatized by the conditions of my new home. And I kept it inside and really had no one to talk about it with. I kept telling myself I would get used to it, that I committed to living here for a year and that I needed to make good on my commitment.

  • My Brain On Crack,  Whole New World

    Here There Be Tygers**

    It took a few weeks of living in Mexico to realize how scared I’ve been. It’s probably residual trauma left from being mugged the first 5 minutes I arrived the LAST time I was in Mexico, which resulted in a broken leg (and the addition of 15 unwelcome pounds), but I think it’s more than that.

  • Ho, Earthling!,  Whole New World

    Brown Recluse

    It’s been weeks now since the “stay at home” orders began. When they started in California I was in a mad rush to pack my earthly belongings, get my car repaired to pass the smog test so I could sell it, and then get across the border to Mexico before it closed. The orders followed in Mexico soon after I arrived.

  • Go Places,  Ho, Earthling!,  Whole New World

    Alone in the Time of Corona

    There are doves everywhere, cooing their lovely dove-sounds. And other birds of unknown-to-me varieties, calling out to one another, letting the world know that yes, they exist, they are here, they are alive. My window this week faces a brick wall. I ask you, is that a metaphor? Someone nearby lets some light jazz drift out their open window. Everyone’s windows are open because it is 90 degrees here and there is no air conditioning. Someone else is singing, maybe it is singing or maybe he is simply talking. His inflections rise and fall. Sometimes he is saying a thing and sometimes he is asking a thing. I think I…