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...

Friday Chicken #79: of the what?

Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. It has been an odd,...
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