Friday Chicken #252: a week of emptying

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. My god, Friday. Where have you been all week? And why are you so beautiful? I have needed this. This week, as is...

Entry: Sleep

Sleep is another one of those voyages I sometimes forget to prepare for. Though rigorous internal scientific studies have shown that whenever I commit to any form of conscious entry, everything goes better. Interestingly enough, the monsters have reviewed these...

Crossing the Line.

Back in the day, a sailor’s first voyage across the equator was considered a big deal. It was a rite of passage. A ritual of crossing. Everything was different after it happened. Once you had crossed the line, you weren’t just a sailor anymore. You were a...

The questions

So I’ve basically been in bed for three days now. Except for teaching the Shiva Nata class at the Playground last night, which was crazy and beautiful and impossible to describe. But mostly bed. Recovery mode from the weekend that may or may not have been eaten...
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