PTSD. A letter from me to me.

Deep breath. You will be okay. You are okay right now. A brief explanation. This letter is a reminder from slightly more conscious me who is not in the throes of panic and terror, written for sad, scared me who forgets what is true. It is part of my Book of Me, part...

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...

Visions #196: Thing X is mysterious!

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking feels conflicted. I always get useful information about...

My weekend got eaten by bears!

My weekend got eaten by bears! Not really, but it did get eaten and I agreed to it and now I am sick. Surprise! But mainly I can’t decide if it’s worse that I didn’t get a weekend or a vacation that I had been so dearly looking forward to… or...
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