Two-Bit Musings.

Shh.

Just Another Day in Paradise, Yo.

. . .

Hi. How are you, Dear Reader? How do you feel today: body, mind, and soul?

Pause. Think. Answer honestly.

Me? I’m doing just fine, thanks.

I’m currently sitting on our RV love seat, clicking past the miles somewhere between Ohio and Indiana. Sweet Baby Snap is sleeping; Toddler Snap is hopefully about to do the same up in his car seat.

I’m sipping iced coffee, laughingly shrugging at the insane diesel prices, and singing songs from Father John Misty’s latest album in my head.

I feel good.

. . .

I just turned 35.

Seems kinda weird, like that’s much too old and much too young, all at the same time. Sometimes I feel like I’ve lived a thousand lives; I also feel like I’ve just been born.

And when I close my eyes and quiet my mind, I think about this life. I think about how much I value the simple idea of respect.

I want to show respect in everything I do.

Toward other human beings, animals, and Mother Earth herself.

I want to respect other people’s time. I want to respect their turn to speak.

I want to respect the public goods we all need, like clean water and food. Health. Education. The arts and humanities.

I want it to be known that I respect you because not everything is about me.

. . .

(shrugs)

That’s it for now.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer and artist currently residing on Planet Earth.

Two-Bit Musings.

October: A Month in Review.

So umm. . . yeah. I was going to do this for each month in 2021. This is the second time I remembered. Oh well. So it goes.

. . .

1. Trick or Treat, Yo. October is my favorite month, and pretty much always has been. It’s mysterious somehow, which comforts a literary old-soul like me. Toddler Snap and I have been out each and everyday, living it up. I try to capture the beauty of the leaves on my phone, but alas, the magic inevitably eludes the camera. We also carved our first Jack o’ Lantern as a family, and I literally tell my husband each day that it makes me happy in my young heart.

2. Small Comforts. Each day is different, Dear Reader. Sometimes I wake up feeling like a kick-ass SnapDragon, and other days I wake up feeling like a termite-infested tree stump. So I savor every moment I can. I dip into the candy dish. I watch an episode of Frasier before bed. I remind myself that sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose. I remind myself that every feeling comes and goes.

3. Time for a Trim. It’s no surprise I’m a fan of the simple life: give me my SnapDragon Family, some quality food and cinema, and I’m good to go, yo. There are only so many hours in the day, and I vow to spend them on people and things that enrich my soul. Ain’t nobody got time for bullshit, am I right?

I am just one person in this infinite universe.

And so are you, love.

So are you.

Wishing a Happy November to everyone out there!

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer who frequently orders drinks with extra ice.

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Two-Bit Musings.

A Welcome Breeze.

This & That from Yours Truly.

. . .

Hi! And greetings from my parked car.

I’ve got the AC chilling on low, Toddler Snap snoozing in his car seat, and a pumpkin iced latte within reach. Each sip reminds me of pleasant fall mornings in my classroom. Singing along with Regina Spektor as I readied myself for a day of chaotic happiness.

I smile.

. . .

1. All I can hear is the steady hum of my FJ Cruiser. I watch my fellow suburbanites scurry across the parking lot, to who knows where. A storm is brewing, and the gently trembling leaves on the pre-planned shrubbery soothes me somehow.

2. My eyebrows need to be plucked. It’s funny how I used to do this every day in college. Now the need only strikes about once a month. Funny how our bodies change.

3. I’ve always been a thinker. I suppose it’s hard to be a writer and artist and not think about things until your stomach literally hurts. And I’ve been privileged with the gift of time. Even at my busiest, I’m never worried about where my next meal will come from or if I’m physically safe to leave my house. This allows my mind to reflect, to grow. It allows me to wonder what kind of wife I am. What kind of friend, daughter, and sister. I think about these things, then I think some more. Who am I?

4. I’m pregnant. Yep. The Littlest Snap is scheduled to be here in late February. Here’s to an uneventful, full-term delivery. #ptsd

5. I saw a picture of a pot-bellied pig today that made me ridiculously happy. It was so big and chubby that it almost looked like a cartoon. I wanted to give it a hug, and name it something like Stanley or Walter or George.

Wishing you well, Dear Reader. Take time for joy today.

. . .

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Two-Bit Musings.

Chip Lips.

I’ve been eating barbecue chips like they’re goin’ outta style, yo. (But that’s not what this post is about. Better read on. . .)

. . .

Hi.

I’m perched here in our RV, cozied up in fruit-punch-colored sweatpants, the dim hum of the heater droning on in an inexplicably comforting way.

It’s unseasonably cold here in PA, so The SnapDragon Family is playing inside today.

Oh well.

Time for thinking.

Time for dreaming.

Time for resting these weary bones.

. . .

After reading a post by a friend of mine, I’m thinking a lot about control.

And, how very little of it we have in our lives.

Infancy. Toddlerhood. Childhood. Adolescence.

Family. Society. School. Economics.

Then, at last: Adulthood.

Adulthood. Which, generally speaking, is the bulk of our time spent on this planet.

(pause)

(Cue another cycle of circumstances beyond our control.)

. . .

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Dear Reader:

All I can control are my own actions.

All I can control are my own actions.

All I can control are my own actions.

. . .

I want to be:

-Patient. Because wouldn’t I want someone to be patient with me? I’m a flawed human being, just like the rest of ‘em. Sometimes it takes awhile to learn, to get it right. And that’s okay. It’s okay.

-Kind. Again: Golden Rule. Life’s much better when you’re kind. We’re so much prettier when we smile. Plus, people always remember how we made them feel. And I want people to feel valued. I want people to feel loved: friends and strangers both.

-Curious. There is a ridiculous amount to learn in this world, in this universe! Why would I not ask questions? Because I’m afraid of looking stupid? Stupid is as stupid does, Mrs. Blue. I’m going to spend my days learning, and growing. The journey never ends.

-Authentic. I spent far too many years hiding pieces of me. People-pleasing. Dogma-abiding. Apologizing for being human. I. Am. Human. This body is finite. It’s amazing. It’s dirty, and requires a rather unfair amount of upkeep. But it’s mine. And, I hope to use it in ways to spread joy: both to myself, and others.

. . .

And there we have it.

Another snippet from your girl SnapDragon.

(smiles and waves, and grabs another handful of kettle-cooked goodness)

‘Til next time.

. . .

SnapDragon is a homebody who enjoys putting stamps on envelopes.

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Two-Bit Musings.

The Daily Treat.

Each day, yo.

. . .

I’ve never had an advent calendar.

But I very much like the idea of making my own, even if it’s in my head.

The 30 or 31 days before me would be neatly arranged in a grid.

Or perhaps it’d be a ceramic shelf of sorts, with little glazey drawers to pull open, one by one, and timidly peer inside.

Tiny trinkets and treats would await.

Mood rings.

Chocolates in golden wrappers.

Knickknacks of bluebirds and mermaids and sailboats.

For in this unpredictable world, to take a slice of time for enjoyment?

It may be the best plan we have.

. . .

SnapDragon is an artist who’s pissed she forgot to post yesterday. There goes her streak for the new year. (shrugs)

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Two-Bit Musings.

The Bags.

I’m packing a bundle of button-less bags, to be metaphorically thrown off a bridge.

Inside are collections of nonsensical guilt: time spent worrying that I’m too much of this or not enough of that.

Clanking around are mismatched jars of other people’s history; deceiving friendships; all the instances I’ve been made an example of because I’m small, receptive, and kind.

I’ve thrown in my Size 4 Jeans that will surely never fit again.

I shove in meaningless knick-knackery that is supposed to be sentimental, but only sneers in silence.

I toss in the paperback version of a book that has caused so much grief, turmoil, and death.

My hands sprinkle in the ripped remains of photos from a life no longer lived.

Burn, motherfucker.

Burn.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, painter, wife, mom, and speaker of sometimes unpopular truths.

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Two-Bit Musings.

(Untitled).

Curlies, 2020. Pennsylvania.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved.

Close your tired eyes. Taste the tingle of mint upon your lips as your chest rises and falls in an unrealized rhythm.

You are here. You are here. You are here.

Remember in the fourth grade when they said you’d changed?

Or when you saw your name written on an old youth group prayer list?

When you yelled in the bullhorn and your colleagues heard your true, unashamed voice after all those years?

You’ve been here all along, Snap.

How many times must you apologize for being you?

. . .

Close your eyes. Hear the hum of the nighttime fan.

Shed the skin of yesterday’s ghosts and greet the day anew.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and couch-curler-upper.

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The Poetry Pot.

Healing.

Poem 5. Written by SnapDragon X. (Um, like everything else on this site, yo.)

Let it Roll, 2016.
Playa del Carmen, Mexico.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved.

these cracked feet, cracked hands and crackling lines around my eyes

whisper in harmonious healing.

the weeping and seeping of water has dried.

a tortoise shell; a vacant nest; a notebook whose pages have been burned.

yesterday is a vanished ache.

good-bye.

. . .

*Bonus points if you listen to George Harrison’s “Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp” on high-quality speakers, as loud as your ears will allow. I dare you not to smile at the beauty of life.*

. . .

SnapDragon is an artist just trying to be happy in this effed up world.

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Two-Bit Musings.

We Interrupt Your Regularly-Scheduled Program.

Sun Stare, 2020. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved, yo.

Sometimes, when things seem extra out-of-sorts, I like to take a little moment for myself.

It usually involves an old notebook of some kind: one that has been written in for reasons unremembered.

I like to then tear out those pages, ignoring the perforation and enjoying the squiggly spaghetti strands left in the silver spiral.

Fresh. Start.

I write my name: First, Middle, and Last.

Phone Number. Home Address. Job Title.

I marvel at the curvature of my handwriting.

This is me, on paper.

So simple.

Here I am.

. . .

Other times I reorganize my bathroom drawers: chapsticks, deodorant bars, shampoos, and dozens of trial-size soaps.

I put them in an orderly stack, and comfort myself with the promise-of-product inside.

I’ll wash away yesterday’s weariness.

My body will be made new.

. . .

And when I’m in bed, clothed in an oversized hooded sweatshirt, I hope the night will bring true rest.

Restoration.

Dreamless sleep.

Recovery.

. . .

Because here I am.

And here you are.

Here we are.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and tried-and-true fan of the Compact Disc.

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