Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl

During a recent conversation with our good friend Patrick, we delved into the intriguing concept of consciousness and the idea that we might lack control over our actions. This discussion unexpectedly triggered a sense of panic within me, as I firmly believe in our capacity for control, leading me into a brief existential crisis. Thankfully,Continue reading “Boundaries of Self”

Dreams slip away if we don’t nurture them. We’ve been on this journey together for quite some time now, and it’s incredible how we’ve shared 607 days straight on this blog. If you’ve been here for all that time, holy shit, that’s amazing. Thank you, I’m immensely thankful for your presence, and for just listeningContinue reading “A Big Leap”

If, like me, you thought the yellow dusty stuff called pollen is what creates honey you would be mistaken. Turns out, bees have a long straw-like tongue that sucks a flower’s nectar into one of their two stomachs. Into, that’s right, their honey stomach. After collection, they return to the hive where their honey stomach’sContinue reading “The Honey Bee”

What do you mean I’m not taking my laptops, Kindle, tablet, and phone out of my bag at Atlanta’s security checkpoint? Whatever futuristic technology they’re using, I wish they’d share their secrets with SeaTac. Another plus is my super sharp arrowhead I found two weeks ago snuck in without a trace. Our collective load wasContinue reading “Fly Me To The Moon”

I’m having one of those days where everything seems to carry an undertone of “What does anything really matter?” My mind is racing with thoughts of vacation memories, returning home, and all the uncertain twists and turns that the future might bring. These thoughts often invade my less-than-mindful moments. Do you ever have those momentsContinue reading “One Sleep ‘til Seattle”

I find solace in writing, it’s a form of therapy. Don’t you agree? I’ve quite a reputation for overbooking myself. To illustrate, I typically reserve Fridays for personal time, but on some occasions when two, three, or even four clients need my attention, I bid adieu to Evelyn and Dave and drive down to myContinue reading “Big Wheels Keep On Turning”

In a hushed whisper I pace barefoot over the grass that feels like mud beneath my feet, I find myself unthrottling a part of me that I rarely acknowledge. “I hate her. If I could erase her existence, I would.” The words escape me, a venting of emotions that startles even myself – reminiscent ofContinue reading “Family Secrets”

Lately, I’ve been feeling like my writing game is in a bit of a slump. I want the surreal sensation of stepping into the eye of a hurricane where the wicked witch is pedaling her bike, and houses are uprooted and spinning wildly. I love the plunge into the depths, my hands reaching, embracing theContinue reading “Magic Carpet Ride”

As I sit down to write, my thoughts seem to catch their breath, yet hesitant to find their voice. It’s as if they are submerged, unwilling to come to the surface. I’ve reached a point where I no longer feel compelled to respond to someone; instead, I’m choosing the ghosting route. I know, I know,Continue reading “Juggling Hats Chat”