Ringing.

It looked like a cigar. Or did it. It didn’t really look like a cigar, but my mind tried to make it into a cigar, because what else would someone be throwing behind a bush? The woman holding it was maybe a couple feet away. I just saw the shape of it, and the...

Chicken 338: it anagrams to what?

A look at the good and the hard in my week, a ritual of reflecting. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday.} What worked this week? Taking it to the bath. Even when that meant being late to a dance and missing a class. Better to arrive relaxed and...

Not this and not that.

I’ve been doing a fair amount of Emptying Out lately. Letting things go. Congruencing! Last week I deleted fifteen blog posts from the drafts folder, because I realized I was never going to do anything with them. But I kept one. I wrote this post in July, 2010....
The Fluent Self