The Absence of X.

I spent twelve days doing nothing but coughing, and then the coughing changed. Instead of accompanying my every move (ha, move is possibly not the correct word since I was barely getting out of bed), the coughing became intermittent: a visitor, not a roommate. Its...

Wish #240: Canceled by weather

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write a Very Personal Ad (aka Vision-Possibility-Anticipation) to practice wanting, and get clarity about my desires. Sometimes wanting feels conflicted or just plain hard, and that’s okay. At the...

Wish #239: Double Agent

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write a Very Personal Ad (aka Vision-Possibility-Anticipation) to practice wanting, and get clarity about my desires. Sometimes wanting feels conflicted or just plain hard, and that’s okay. At the...

Friday Chicken #288: I’m the lookout

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday} I got hit with the meanest, craziest virus this week. So the short version of the chicken is: Everything is...
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