A brief interview with my blog.

Yes. Yes. And we begin. Me: So, you’re my blog. My blog: Yes. Me: I wish you had a name I could call you. My blog: Okay. Pause. If I think of something I’ll let you know. Me: Isn’t it a little weird that we hang out six times a week and I’ve...

One Hundred Chickens.

I like rituals. This is not a secret. I like the way they can be tiny and silly and mysterious all at the same time. How they cultivate mindfulness but not in some annoying “ooh I’m being mindful” way. How they can be private and communal at the same...

Crumbling.

Hiro wrote this beautiful, captivating piece last week called Tsunamis in the House of Wholeness. And while I was reading, something began tugging at my sleeve of my memory. At first a vague pulling sensation. Resistance. Where? There. She said December. She said the...

You don’t need to have a thing.

A lovely comment from Julie in last week’s post about sneaking into visibility reminded me about a bunch of questions I’ve been meaning to answer. Like “What if I don’t have a thing?” And “What if I don’t know what my thing...
The Fluent Self