Friday Chicken #150: miles per hour

In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. Happy one hundred and fiftieth chicken to meeeee! Alright. It’s Friday....

Thoughtful Bathrooms.

One day, in addition to the Playground, I will also run a yoga studio. A very unconventional yoga studio. There will be nap time and yoga nidra and old Turkish lady yoga, and plenty of Shiva Nata and related shivanautical goodness. And, of course, there will *not* be...

Except.

Something I find both incredibly frustrating and empowering at the same time is how there is at least one exception to just about everything I think is true. So. No big surprise, but I’ve been using this thing of finding the exceptions as part of the...

The unhostile takeover.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahahahahahahahahaha. Yes. Like that. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahahahahahahahahaha. That was the sound my body made last week when we gave in to its firm suggestion that we sleep in until whenever. Until nine! Craziness! It loved that we acknowledged how very,...
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