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January feels, simultaneously, like the beginning of the year… and a moment of reflection and contemplation before the year’s true start come spring… and part of an endless continuum that stretches on and on. I’m trying to cultivate the feeling that this image of rabbits that I found on tumblr gives me: a silk-soft, cozy warmth, a sleep ripe for dreaming. Hibernation. But, that being said, somehow my calendar has already filled up for January. Time stops for no mouse! When I reset my altar at the start of the month, I drew a card from my favorite deck (the Slow Holler tarot) to represent my year: the 9 of Vessels, […]

March was really all about the music. Five shows — five perfect evenings — with coffee dates, zine stuff, bike rides, and quiet moments spent curled up in my reading nook tucked in between all that beautiful noise. Our traditional midwest winter hibernation has thawed and it is time to get out and get loud again. Time for socializing and song and dance.

“Springtime” by Leatherface is stuck in my head, the lyrics “everything is new and everything is clean/And everything is free and there were still so many things to see” spinning around my mind like a Ferris wheel or an ouroboros, no start, no end, on repeat; the fast, gruff beauty of the song like rust and graffiti on a train car, a whistful energy.

Hi kittens! March is off and running — and it’s already halfway over! I started writing this blog at the end of February, and it’s taken me 2 entire weeks to finish it, but that’s okay. The march of time is both persistent and imaginary! Here are some things that brought me joy last month…

It occurred to me the other day that one of the reasons that I don’t blog more is because I lack essay-ful things to say. I am pondering without a thesis. Most of the blogs I read now are Substack newsletters, and most of those newsletters have clear, explicit thoughts: they are articles, written with clear purpose to instruct or explain a concept, often times commenting on the current sociopolitical landscape and our in/ability, as people of conscience, to deal with the horrors of latestage capitalism.