We officially made it past the 100 mark for posts! YAAAAAAY!
Maybe that seems like a modest accomplishment, but I think it’s pretty cool. I’ve been trying to stay more active on here, because I do think it helps me actively reconsider my day-to-day to look for the good. And it’s just kinda fun, like any form of self-expression.
Also… I received a fantastic giftie from my daughter today!!!
The author is also a published poet, and it definitely shows. Her Baba Yaga replies offered for various crises and issues all have wonderful dialect and gorgeous sensory details.
Pages separating the various sections of the book feature charming folk art, similar in style to that shown on the cover.
The topics of query for Baba Yaga to ponder are delightfully compelling, from lighthearted concerns like “Where are all the legit dudes?” to the far more serious “My life has a hole in its center. How do I go on?”
There’s fantastic abstract wisdom in Baba Yaga’s replies.
In relation to the fear of the countdown leading up to death, Baba Yaga offers an extended metaphor of bread baking in the oven; how wonderful, the anticipation, until it’s ready. The aroma fills your home and your lungs, and there’s beauty to the dark interior of the stove.
Just as you wouldn’t want to abandon your home and let the bread and the house burn down, you wouldn’t want to miss the ticking of those last moments.
I do wonder, however, if in some cases, end of life isn’t more for the witnesses, the loved ones who will be left behind, as a transition, and final farewell.
All the same, it’s a very touching metaphor, reframing an experience often coded in a negative light for all parties involved into something nurturing and natural.
On a lighter note, I have a birthday approaching. Woohoo! In anticipation, I have already switched my PC desktop wallpaper to a calendar for June. Mainly because it was very, very pretty wallpaper, with the dates already on it… and because my daughter is coming next month! Lots to anticipate!
I have coworkers new and old who’d like to meet her, and a friend who invited us to drop by her booth at a night market that weekend.
It may be a short visit, but I’ll try to stay positive anyway and focus on remaining in the moment, as best I can.
It did occur to me that maybe she can eke out another day if they offer any unpaid time off with her job, for the month of June. She said she wouldn’t know until after June 1st, and we want to get the tickets ahead of that. But there’s an outside chance of rescheduling her return flight, I think, depending on where we buy the tickets and their policies on that sort of thing. It’s worth a try. And she agreed on that.
I leave you with this incredible quote from another poet, about the month of June. So very eloquent. And I do love butterflies!
YAY SUMMER!!!
All the Bright and Sparkly Things 
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