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...

Constellations.

Content note: This post references suicide and a car accident. Grounded presence is recommended. ♡ The superpower of pre-emptive hugs. I want to say something, except I don’t know what exactly, about two particularly uncanny and fortuitous hugs. Late...

Visions #213: Sustenance and Synthesis

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. My weekly practice: writing these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to get clear on what I want, even when saying it is uncomfortable. I invariably discover useful things about my relationship with both a) what...
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