Rory

The hot humidity lately is opressive, but the mushrooms are loving it.

#shrooms #fungus #mushrooms

I'm still here, somehow.
I plunged through the dark surface...
swept by tidal force.

#haiku

Tough times, quiet times.
I pull inward and away.
Vitality paused.

#haiku

Possibilities...
Frequently displaced by dread.
Trauma's currency.

#haiku

What joy fills my lungs?
Birdsong, gone too long, returns.
And with it, color.

#haiku #spring #mushrooms

Leverage knowledge.
Develop on what I know.
New paths will open.

#haiku

It's a weird thing to be hyperfocused on the future and trying to control every outcome. I spent so much energy doing so earlier in my life instead of just seeing where I stand now. There are amazing things right at your feet, but you have to be present to appreciate them.

#mindfulness

Tedium and toil.
Same thoughts swirl, day after day.
Hungry for a change.

#haiku

This is my full carbon fiber and titanium truffle sniffer 5000. It's got dual exhaust and a turbo. Costs about $15k... if you're a REAL forager, you need this.

A millenia ago, we stood up temples of massive stones in open fields and danced under the moonlight. Seems as good a way to show love as any. Let's do that again.

Sometimes, I am envious of the solitude of Curiosity. A command echos in its robot brain, and it completes the task. Nobody expects high efficiency from motors and moving parts layered in Martian dust. We're just glad to see it is still operating at all. Wish that same kindness was paid to humans.

Mist and fog surrounds.
I seek to simply exist.
Regain my balance.

#haiku

See crumbling decay.
Eager to be remembered.
We were here. Still are.

#haiku

Roast chicken thigh over orzo. White plate on a stainless steel counter top.

I found a love for cooking after cancer. I'd avoid talking about it usually, but I saw an episode of Hells Kitchen where a chef had survived cancer, too. It inspired me, and I realized I should not hide from it. Something amazing came from something terrible.
#transformation #resilience #cooking

The sun shines through a Y shaped tree in a wintery forest.

Stretching and aching.
Wind pushes on frozen limbs.
Bend and be reborn.

#haiku

Fear's orchestra plays.
Circadian flow, displaced.
Lost, but not hopeless.

#vss365 #displace #haiku

The late afternoon sun beams over a river. Snowy earth, and winter berries on scraggly undergrowth of the river bank.

Free time to wander.
Release me from responding.
Here, in the present.

#haiku

Looking up a tree, branches splayes out.

Secret messenger.
Guarded by Sol's ritual.
Mercury's work ends.

#vss365 #mercury

A snow dusted forest clearing.

Diving in today.
Motivation, still unfound.
Okay, I'll just coast.

#haiku

Three hundred to-dos.
Important in the moment.
Pointless when you're gone.

#haiku

A modest restrain.
Blocking scrutiny and light.
Throw it off and shine.

#vss365 #modest #haiku

Dissatisfaction.
The cruel lie is recounted.
Thief of joy and growth.

#haiku #nature

Sharp instincts lead him.
Hard work provided purpose.
Now I hope he rests.

I live in New England and there were more Black Capped Chickadees around me than usual. Really common bird but they seemed more active and aggressive with each other. Eating up what's left of the winter berries.

I watched these Canada Geese flow with the river current and then stop here in the shallow to sunbathe on rocks. Black Capped Chickadees chirped behind me while eating wild winter berries. It felt like maybe spring is a little closer.

#nature #canadagoose

A river in winter. Water flows around a rock near the bank. The sky gray. It's serene, and no one else is around.

Thick fog of pressure.
Sits heavy upon my brow.
There and gone by choice.

#haiku #nature

Two trees with rotten trunks, barely standing in a lightly snow covered forest.

Anxious thoughts betray.
Decaying motivation.
Focus on today.

#nature #haiku

Treacherous journey.
Find footholds, one at a time.
Trust intuition.

I made sesame chicken and veggie fried rice. I used an air fryer for the chicken. A trick I have found is to use a 50/50 blend of flour and corn starch in the dredge. Really helps get a nice "fried" texture without deep frying.

I stood on the bank of this river for quite a while. There was nobody around, and I felt so at peace. My shoulders relaxed when I exhaled. I felt the warm sun on my face and a gentle cold breeze. I listened to the flowing currents rush along. I hope it brings someone else peace today.