what’s the frequency,

(kenneth?*)

*also a song by R.E.M circa 1994.

greetings, loves!

It’s September. It’s picture-perfect weather outside, with lots of sunshine, and cool temps… which makes for perfect sleeping weather.

I find myself sitting in my beloved writing space, pondering and rambling, as I often do. Only, what’s bubbling up lately feels ‘sticky,’ as opposed to ‘gentle as a breeze’ — if that makes any sense. So for any like-minded souls, I present you with what’s the frequency, kenneth*? — a word-flow that, well, flowed out today, from who-knows-where lol. May I be so bold as to wish you inspiration.

ping pong balls 

go where they want to.

remember when we watched disagreements unfold

before our very eyes,

sans violence or terror?

(said clashes, 

certainly were not lacking in passion or emotion)

and remember when acting as

spy, on everyday-spats —

witnessing humanity on (umpteen) occasions

agreeing to disagree,

and stepping into grace:

were, each,

never-ending rebirths?

fast forward to present day —

fingers tapping, pen rolling across the page —

as, once again, I attempt to write of 

worldly observations…only, well… I find

I don’t (always) wanna.

I mean

one only need look at a cell phone turn on the tv 

pick up a newspaper (they do still exist)… 

where it can feel like we are swimming

upstream,

defying the natural stirrings of the heart.

pivot 

I am obsessed with birds (all kinds of animals, period)

and life as we know it;

I also love watching humans 

laugh and hug and connect; and 

I like to write about those things;

I wanna write about what I want to write about —

because 

regardless what an algorithm tells us,

there is still so very much 

alchemy

magic

evolution

surrounding us every single day, 

under our shared sky; we are living it.

believe it or not

we are we are

stay with me…

picture a snow globe.

with earth sealed inside.

she wants to glow her greens and blues

only 

the water has turned murky,

clouding over everything in that sweet little bubble

sadly blocking out her vibrant hues

wait 

WAIT

I’ll shake it UP

again and again and again

the snow sparkles chase each other

and work their darnedest to invade the murk

turn her upside down right side up

back and forth

and sweet mother earth peeks through

I see her!

hmmm…

now let’s make a promise,

from me to you to them and back again:

I promise to be even a tiny bit braver than I have —

even (eek) shaking things up here or there;

I promise to do better, no matter how small for

every smidge counts— even

taking the (creepy) spider outside rather than

squashing her

can I do that 

more? 

am I willing to pivot? here or there?

can I

can I

swim with the

alchemical, magical, evolutionary, 

joyful, challenging, discoverable 

energy?

am I willing to do so

better yet, will you join me?

you, me, them, together swimming

downstream with the current.

love’s current.

indeed

you

are stronger than you think

L.S. September 2025

Why did I pick a photo of my parents, as teenagers, for the featured image? (They sure were adorable.) Who knows… dream on, girl; dream on…