Chicken 334: Losing my pants

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? Losing my pants. I did not intend to lose my pants, of course. Just the opposite. We drove into Salt Lake area just in time...

Shmita

This year is Shmita year, it is the sabbatical year in the seven year agricultural cycle when you let the land rest. More than rest. You let the land lie fallow. Lie fallow. That phrase used to feel desolate to me, almost a lonely sort of emptying, but now it feels...
The Fluent Self