it isn't a place

August 11, 2017



Wisps of clouds streaking the blue I gaze upon. Sun’s reflection on the water.
It’s yellow diamond.
Sail boats skim by in many directions and gulls whine. Swallows chatter while liquid laps at rocks, docks and shore.
A dog sets a ball at my feet. I throw it. He is happy. I smile.
Children laugh in the distance.
There are scents; some are salt, smoke, dirt, air and food. People.

Yet I am removed from it all, even as I spy couples talking and holding hands.

A trip through a residential neighborhood shows me houses, some cozy, loved, special, unique.
Life.
And I am jealous. It’s not material.
I have what can only be described as nostalgia, alongside my seeming pleasure at the scenes. It’s not for a place.
It’s for a feeling. A person.

It’ll be worse in the first blush of fall. That sense of wanting to nest. Cook, decorate, movie watch.
Laugh.
Snuggle.
Kiss.
So much nostalgia for a feeling I’ve never quite gotten from anyone else, any other time. Never had all to myself. To know what others seem to know, have known, like a secret I’m on the edge of.

A smell that is yours alone. That touch of flesh so unique to you in what it does to me. A voice that never ceases to affect me.

Those eyes, a soul.

I am nostalgic. For you.
You are Home. 



 

listen to...

January 19, 2017


There's a lot of advice out there about a lot of different things. And here I go, adding to te plethora of pages. However, I believe I'm about to tell you to ignore all of that advice-- at least on a particular subject-- and this isn't the same ole advice, because I can sum it up by saying, quite simply:

Listen to your own gut and heart.

When to give up, when to dig in. Relationships, jobs, blah blah. What makes those advice givers any more correct on the situation than the person experiencing ...

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guardian at the gate

January 10, 2017


My trips south into the Oregon coast always, without fail, have one thing in common.

I must stop at North Head lighthouse, even if only for five minutes, before crossing into Oregon.

It's become a symbol. A ritual. A superstition. I must pay my respects to the keeper of the gate -- the lighthouse that is the guardian of my portal into another realm. My happy happy place, my therapy. My rejuvenation. My ZEN. 

I'm certain it began to stick in my head originally, as it was the first bonafide on-a-c...

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loving fiercely

January 3, 2017


-blows off dust-

Love fiercely.
LOVE.
FIERCELY.

It's scary. It's difficult, because your brain gets in the way with all of those "what ifs." It signals a certain loss of control, at least in bursts.

You do it for fandoms, without thought. Why not people? Life?

Some won't understand you. They'll call it obsession. Is that so--

You know, I was about to write how obsession isn't what I'm talking about, but fuck that. Be obsessed with life. A thing. A person. A color. Whatever.

Sometimes it hurts. Often,...

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Feeling the Bern, Seattle

March 21, 2016



First day of Spring, 2016. Bernie Sanders came to the Key arena. I had to work, but left a bit early to see what I could see.

I had never been to a political rally, for various reasons. But I like this man. He feels like one of us. Put aside your political leanings if you must, and please read on. This is a reaction not to policy, but something else. Something universal.

I am so glad I took the chance and drove over. They say over 30,000 people showed up. Double what the venue would hold. So no...

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Goals aka The Run

March 17, 2016



Went for a run just now. Third day in a row, after having run once a week for the last three weeks. I thought to myself, self? Just an easy run today. Right calf is a bit stiff, you will be lucky to make two miles. But two miles is good, and it's better than no miles.

So I'm out doing my thing. It's a lovely, sunny day. I'm sore, but not enough to allow myself to stop. I say to self, self? Get that first mile. Okay, got it. Surely we can get that second. Sure...okay. Let's do it.

So I did it, a...
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...

February 22, 2016


It's a scent
           a sigh
A caught breath when finger brushes thigh

The very thought of you
  sound of you
  sight of you

You're an idea 
A constant presence
You're an ache never cured
  a longing
  an itch

Scratch Scratch
leaving trenches
Still not satiated, just left bloody

It's maddening
    you're madness
Madness


...sanity's overrated.



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For R

February 17, 2016


I don't know all the reasons I am
who I am

I only know I'm human and do the
best I can

Certainly, I've not meant to make you 
feel less-than

If I had, believe you me, there'd be
no question

Is an apology worth the words if I'm
not sure why

Something I have never wanted is for life to
be a lie

So just know, from the bottom and middle
of my heart

I thank you for the patience you've shown me
from the start

Know that I love you more than any 
words will tell

And that a world without you would be my
version of hell....

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Unsolicited advice. <3

February 15, 2016


Money. Still the number one relationship killer. I have a tip.

Keep a minimum of three bank accounts. (Or don't ever get a joint account in the first place.)

HIS
HERS
JOINT EXPENSE

You pay into the joint account for shared expenses (rent, utilities and so on) and then you have your own money. You then agree, and must STICK by this agreement, that what the other person does with their personal account, is not your concern. No matter how frivolous it seems. Do I really need to say that no advice in ...

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In the moment.

July 17, 2015



Sitting in the sun on 'our' bench letting thoughts stream. I wonder if I can come up with a blog post. I wonder if I can let go of some things and just be. Be free to feel. Oh, I feel, but to feel all the time without the baggage of thoughts -- specifically doubts!

Is feeling all the time too much? I don't really think so. It's the conditions we place on the feeling that fuck us up. Thinking too hard.

Does everything happen for a reason, is there a reason for everything? In the most literal sen...

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it isn't a place

Posted by Sherry Roit on Friday, August 11, 2017 In : Writing 



Wisps of clouds streaking the blue I gaze upon. Sun’s reflection on the water.
It’s yellow diamond.
Sail boats skim by in many directions and gulls whine. Swallows chatter while liquid laps at rocks, docks and shore.
A dog sets a ball at my feet. I throw it. He is happy. I smile.
Children laugh in the distance.
There are scents; some are salt, smoke, dirt, air and food. People.

Yet I am removed from it all, even as I spy couples talking and holding hands.

A trip through a residential ...

Continue reading...
 

listen to...

Posted by Sherry Roit on Thursday, January 19, 2017


There's a lot of advice out there about a lot of different things. And here I go, adding to te plethora of pages. However, I believe I'm about to tell you to ignore all of that advice-- at least on a particular subject-- and this isn't the same ole advice, because I can sum it up by saying, quite simply:

Listen to your own gut and heart.

When to give up, when to dig in. Relationships, jobs, blah blah. What makes those advice givers any more correct on the situation than the person experiencing ...

Continue reading...
 

guardian at the gate

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, January 10, 2017 In : Personal 


My trips south into the Oregon coast always, without fail, have one thing in common.

I must stop at North Head lighthouse, even if only for five minutes, before crossing into Oregon.

It's become a symbol. A ritual. A superstition. I must pay my respects to the keeper of the gate -- the lighthouse that is the guardian of my portal into another realm. My happy happy place, my therapy. My rejuvenation. My ZEN. 

I'm certain it began to stick in my head originally, as it was the first bonafide on-a-c...

Continue reading...
 

loving fiercely

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, January 3, 2017 In : opinion piece 


-blows off dust-

Love fiercely.
LOVE.
FIERCELY.

It's scary. It's difficult, because your brain gets in the way with all of those "what ifs." It signals a certain loss of control, at least in bursts.

You do it for fandoms, without thought. Why not people? Life?

Some won't understand you. They'll call it obsession. Is that so--

You know, I was about to write how obsession isn't what I'm talking about, but fuck that. Be obsessed with life. A thing. A person. A color. Whatever.

Sometimes it hurts. Often,...

Continue reading...
 

Feeling the Bern, Seattle

Posted by Sherry Roit on Monday, March 21, 2016



First day of Spring, 2016. Bernie Sanders came to the Key arena. I had to work, but left a bit early to see what I could see.

I had never been to a political rally, for various reasons. But I like this man. He feels like one of us. Put aside your political leanings if you must, and please read on. This is a reaction not to policy, but something else. Something universal.

I am so glad I took the chance and drove over. They say over 30,000 people showed up. Double what the venue would hold. So no...

Continue reading...
 
 
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