Speaking of the Day of the Dead

Today is the Day of the Dead. The day to celebrate the dead. Yes, celebrate. So light some candles, pour a glass of wine and do a little dance.

Honor some ancestors.
Talk to some ghosts.
Forgive your past selves.
Eat a meal.
Kiss a baby.
Shut off the tapes in your head.
Play them louder if it will help you run them out.
Make collages of things that you once loved...that you still love.
Make another, separate collage of the things you'd just as soon forget--then light it on fire in the dark and let the sparks light your soul again.
Give a dog a bone.
Remember that your own bones are still enmeshed in living flesh, and be glad.

It's not you, it's me...

...lots of nice people have sent me nice requests, suggestions, and what have you lately. And I appreciate it. I like to hear news and such from the many interesting people that I know. However, if you have not heard from me, it's because I'm completely overwhelmed.

You know that sense of overwhelm where you actually can't remember what you did a few days ago because it's all a blur, because it's all too much?

And I've been sick. Can't imagine it's all related ;)

So the little things have slid. Sled. Slud.

Every hello feels like another item on my to-do list.

I'm working on crawling out of this hole but...it's not an immediate thing.

So it's not you, it's me. I'm overwhelmed by life right now. I won't be forever.

To begin my upward crawl, I cleaned the house this morning, within an inch of its life. It was a move in the right direction. A few piles had begun to form. I've acquired a terror of piles. I know it doesn't help to stress one's self out with self-punishment, but I just can't handle those ADHD piles anymore. And so I killed them. A few more to go...I'll savor the destruction. Today is the Day of the Dead after all....