Words, words, words

Looking at some semi-random selection of things I wrote years ago, four words kept jumping out at me: ashes, denial, boxes, escape.

I've been thinking a lot about volcanoes and fire-breathing dragons lately. Of course, when the world seems to be skewing in the wrong directions, I always tend to think of how useful it would be to breathe fire...

I really need to get back in the habit of writing. I also need to get back in the habit of sleeping regularly, or at least going to bed at a reasonable hour.

I was thinking of going grocery shopping today, but I've been dizzy and the weather's been cool and rainy. So instead it's been a good day to stay inside in my cozy warmth and think about the meanings and resonances of ashes, denial, boxes, and escape.