The fountain.

So this fountain is seriously, outrageously beautiful. It might be the best fountain I’ve ever seen. There are flowers all around it. And cool statues of unexpected things. And sometimes on a sunny day you see adorable children running around in their underwear...

Nothing is wasted.

This was the hot buttered insight that emerged yesterday (thank you, Shiva Nata). Like most epiphanies, it sounds pretty stupid when you say it out loud. But it’s still a gleaming piece of truth, and now it lives in my body and is a source of comfort. Nothing is...

Some thoughts on dealing with loss.

I said goodbye to some things over the past few days, and it has been less than fun. And I’ve been thinking about loss in various permutations. The loss of something that can’t come back. Someone asked me this week what I did when my friend died. And I...
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