Sing us a song of softness
cradling our head molded in shreds
who has delivered us who?
now that the neck pain is dead?
I named my new pillow Nagaina, the female cobra from Rikki Tiki Tavi, because her long supple noodle shape is reminiscent of a snake and I’ve always liked the name.
In a desperate search for comfort born of the seasonal shift induced fibro flare up of the past two weeks I purchased the Milliard U Shaped Total Body Support Pillow to see if maybe some excessive pillow support could put an end to weeks of sleepless tossing and turning and waking with completely stiff neck and shoulders.
It did. I love her. I wanted to live in a world that consists of only shredded memory foam noodles.
My smallest dog became immediately obsessed with her as well and has claimed her “left” leg as her own, curling up on it and against whatever supporting body part of mine she needs at the time to stay on said cozy surface.
I’m happy to say actual sleep was accomplished last night and now, I’m off to try and get some more.
Oh yes, I am also turning many of these posts into podcasts, a link to which is available in the side column. Feel free to visit if you would like to be lulled into … something… by the dulcet tones of my voice.
you listened to me
and when my body’s tale changed
you tried something new
saying they were just
words put on symptoms for the
and not the be all
end all final sentence of
my one existence.
you treated my whole
not just the sum of my parts
saying it’s an art
not only a science.
when we fail to find a fix
we should always ask
are we looking right
where we should be or do we
need to start anew?
I’ve never met a
single other doctor quite
as lovely as you.
— mmorehead 03-04-21
A long time ago I started this blog with the vague idea that I would become a titan of the blogosphere, writing about being a mom and a lawyer, writing about saving the environment for my children, writing about making my own baby food while crossposting articles from my side gig writing for Attachment Parenting International.
During this time of grandiosity I studied the art of blogging as only a woman who just sat for the Bar Exam after three and a half years of intensive study and then became a stay at home mother in rural New Jersey can, obsessively. I learned you are supposed to choose your niche and write about it passionately, truthfully, and with a raw openness that lets complete strangers into your bleeding inner core in a way you don’t even let your friends in.
That my dears is the way to internet stardom.
Well I don’t have a problem with writing passionately, or really with bleeding my feelings all over the internet. Y’all are really pretty decent and besides, it’s not like I’m going to run into to you at the next cocktail party and have that embarrassing moment when you recognize me. No, my problem was always the niche.
See I, my dear friends, am an interest whore.
I am interested in ALL THE THINGS. I want to read about the things and learn to do the things and write about the things. I want to blog about being a mom and a spoonie and an artist who paints and also makes stuff in 3D and also draws and also makes cards but is also a poet but also writes serious stuff but writes about being sick but can cook and wants to share recipes and loves to take pictures and did you know I make jewelry and am a silversmith and am looking at wood working and oooooh let me share my photography with you and here’s the song I started writing to go with the Kalimba I started playing to help with pain management and do you Yoga and have you tried kayaking and did you know the neuroscience behind exercise and fibromyalgia and the venom in tarantulas in Peru and I have some really good ways my husband and I deal with being chronically ill and I can share those with you and I can talk about parenting teens and….
Yeah. What I am passionate about and interested in is the same thing a fleet of hyperactive squirrels on too much caffeine are interested in and passionate about. Everything.
So after years of trying to write about what fits in the narrowly defined idea of a blog about something other people might like to read I have just given up officially and am just going to put it all out here.
I’m writing down poems and sharing the art. I’m going to talk about the pain and the things that help, the kids and the world and the interesting things I find. I’m going to share and overshare and I am going to enjoy it. Because I finally did find my niche.
It’s me. I’m my niche.