pods

Last year I began feeling an ethereal sensation in both of my shoulder blades. Like invisible pods.

Since I live in the San Francisco area, this was a conversation topic I could broach.

Months later, I keep waking up with sore shoulderblades and underarms. I remember the pods.

Could it be that the pod / metamorphosis is being jumpstarted by the simple but toil-y labor of cutting down the bamboo grove that I inherited with my house?

A recent foray into online dating

Keeping faith alive.

Because I haven't been married, do I still harbor hope that it'll happen? Part of me does and part of me is overly bitter and cynical...