Co-existing with my brain critters.

Always under construction at a snail’s pace - but what’s the hurry? You only live once, may as well take your time!

Once upon a time, I loved to write. I loved to wiggle down the rabbit holes of my mind, Alice-esque. Adulting hasn’t been kind to my creative side. My inner artist now focuses on crunching numbers and putting out professional fires while trying to navigate the office politics. Blah. Unfun. The least Alice-esque existence one could (un)imagine.

2023 brought me a new word of the year: ROOT

So, two-months in, I’m making the effort to revive my root passion of putting together words. I’m attempting to weed back the logical left and cultivate a bit more creative right of my crazy brain. I’m exploring neurodiversity starting with my own garden first. I’m putting down new roots, while nourishing the old, and slugging my way along with my house on my back.

Maybe this trail leads to magickal experiences, maybe it leads to some boring dead-end, and maybe it leads up, down, over, around.. no direction preferred.

I’ll just keep tapping the keys … browse along if you feel called. Let’s see what we can see.

~jjo