Days like today, I have this thought: “My life would be so much better – if I just had a treehouse… Just there beyond my balcony.” (“Hi. I’m Ashley’s balcony.”) My mythical branch mansion would have a short bridge – built of wooden slates – which I would traverse during summer evenings like this one with my tea in tow. And there I’d spend every warm night in sultry slumber,.. Read More
Denial…a trigger in Ego
So, there’s this fun story – this fictional (I think?) anecdote about a Russian cosmonaut. And it keeps popping into my head every so often. Basically, the guy’s up in space when he hears this continuous, monotonous tapping noise in his cabin. The dudes on the ground can’t identify it, so he rips everything apart to seek out the source. He finds nothing. The poor bastard is sure it’s going.. Read More