Friday Chicken #291: writing on my heart

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday} One more week to get treasure and help me give away more treasure). Details here. Password: fredastaire...

reality

My name is Billie. Well, this week it is. I am in a band. I live by a bay. I live between a small brook and another brook. Some people call me Billie Brooks. Because of that. I have a box. I have a bell. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong, but I also believe...

Friday Chicken #271: Roxy all the time

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday and we are here. With the glorious (glorrrrrrrrrrrious!) return of the wham boom. What worked? Being Roxy. At Rally (rally!) this week, I decided...

Gazelle state.

Shawn, who cares nothing at all for sports or athleticism in any form, and would probably prefer that it all just disappear in a whoosh of smoke, has noticed how very much I do care. As well as the way I am constantly descending to the red rug to breathe some yoga, or...

Friday Chicken #236: Havi Bell is far away

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. I am currently away at the VICARAGE, and I am both on silent retreat and also taking silent retreat! So this will...
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