Kurt R.A. Giambastiani's Blog, page 28
March 8, 2019
When Life Distracts
It's been a helluva week. At work, I had all my tasks turned back-burnered by "walk-on" issues, and I yelled at my boss in an open meeting (no profanity, and no actual "yelling," per se, but my blood was definitely up).
February 28, 2019
Walking With Ghosts
Across the Sound there is a place where, when the day is young, I can walk the forest trail and emerge, my shins wet from wading through ferns heavy with dew, and climb the concrete steps to ramparts set high atop a bluff overlooking the steel-grey waters of the Salish Sea.
February 20, 2019
A Door in the Wall
This past holiday, we broke with our stay-cation tradition and rented a cottage at a re-purposed US Army base on the northern edge of the Olympic Peninsula. But I don't want to talk about the place. Instead, I want to share what we did while we were there. (Don't worry, it's SFW.)
February 13, 2019
Seattle Digs Out
Winter storms Maya and Nadia came and went, leaving Seattle bound in white. They came in right on schedule, dumping nearly a foot of snow in the downtown area, and up to two feet of it out in the 'burbs.
February 8, 2019
Seattle Prepares
It's quiet out there now. The literal calm before the storm.
February 4, 2019
Extrovert/Introvert Shaming
I had a bit of a contretemps this week because . . . the internet. The subject was introverts living in an extrovert world. And because it was . . . the internet, naturally, it all began with a meme.
January 31, 2019
Wonderful Words
A bit of cross-pollination, this week. A fellow blogger got me thinking about "wonder."
January 24, 2019
A Different Kind of Perfectionism
Regular readers know that I battle with perfectionism. It chides me for what I'm not doing, and berates me for what I have done. Perfectionism is both a goad and a hindrance, in equal measure, and believe me, it's bloody exhausting.
January 17, 2019
Pruning Season
It's pruning season, again. No, not for my roses or my fruit trees (that's February); it's the season to prune my Facebook friends list.
January 8, 2019
Dreams Then, Dreams Now
Last monthdaily life was bland and insufficientand my dreamsranged far from homesmelled the sun-hot wind along Judean hillstasted fruit sweet and warm from the Tuscan sunshivered in the Celtic chill of dew-dazzled moors Last weeka stroke threw veils across my eyesand now my dreamsstay close to homesit by the ticking, midnight embersfeel the gentle warmth […]
