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...

Wish 283: mid-life easing

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. I write a Very Personal Ad each week to practice wanting, and get clarity about my desires. The point isn’t getting my wish (though cool things have emerged from wishing), the point is learning about my...

Chicken 332: in a warm bed

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? Listening. We were planning to head out to Joshua Tree, and I really wanted this. The quiet, the beautiful, the not-working....

Scenes from a Saturday morning.

Scene 1. A classroom. Chalkboard. Teacher at front of the room, strict, ruler in hand, demanding attention. Teacher: Class! Is it or is it not incredibly stupid for Havi — a known Highly Sensitive Person with hyperacusis who is also recovering from [scary life...
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