Happy Birthday to Pulitzer-prize winning author, Annie Proulx, who turns 84 today and whose fiction transports the reader into pockets of rural America most will never see. You donāt really read an Annie Proulx story, you inhabit it, and no matter how somber or bleak the journey, you are always the better for it.
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Where you headed, boo?
Life is motion. We are always going somewhere, even when weāre running from something else. We are always pointed at something. The future meets us with surprise or expectation, depending on how conscious or unconscious we are in the present. Every moment is an opportunity to check in and ask, where am I focused, where am I headed?Ā
The Magician
Instagram is The Magician. The OG trickster. The sleight of hand illusionist. Instagram (and WordPress and most of the rest of the internet) does a bang up job of making it appear that everyone else has got it all worked out, everyone else knows exactly who they are, everyone elseās brand is always on brand.
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The Business of Life
My mom turned 70 on Friday. Sheās nimble and full of life and when I spoke to her on the phone earlier last week, she was understandably having a tough time wrapping her head around that number. I decided to write her a letter listing the ā70 Reasons Why I Love Youā.
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How much time did you spend consuming?
At the end of the day…
Intuition
Intuition is having a moment. Search the hashtag on Instagram and you’ll get over 2 million hits. It’s super trendy with the witches and the healers and all the new, new-agey folk (hi me!). Considering we’re living in deeply unsettling times, it’s natural that so many of us are seeking guidance and a stronger inner compass. But I often see intuition getting lumped in with things like psychic visions or other exclusionary skillsets which is disheartening and completely misguided.
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Human Optics
Continue readingA human being is a part of the whole, called by us the ‘Universe,ā a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest ā a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.
This Land Is YOUR Land
Happy 4th, everybody, and remember, America is just a word.
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Firestarter
As I struggle to hit the “public” button today to share this blog with the world, the voice in my head screaming who the hell do you think you are, no one cares, I am reminded of the quote above from Brene Brown, currently on my altar, reminding me that doing what is right and good and healing is not always comfortable.
Continue readingSister Joan is Breaking it All the Way Down
As Trump continues to violate every tenet of the Christian faith with his policies (and tweets), it’s inspiring and refreshing to hear a respected Christian leader speak out about the hypocrisy and ācesspool of silenceā within that community.
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Animal Space
Oh muse,
how you fix at me with sleepy eyes
your tail a pendulum, back and forth
cleaving bloated minutes on the brink
(always on the brink)
of the next idea.
Oh muse,
how your whiskers twitch ‘gainst hurried hands
feeding hands that nag now, stop and start
pounding, locked in some human rhythm
(desperate, choked rhythm)
of the next idea.
Oh muse,
how you warm my side
how you moan and purr
how you sleep a tigerās sleep of stoic peace
beyond ideas
in the animal space
dreaming of blackbirds and tattered socks
and little plastic milk tops that tap and crinkle cross the floor.
The Betrayal of Big Brother
My forever friend, Rachel Kann, writes and performs poetry that sets rooms on fire. There is such vibrancy and buoyancy to her work, a how-beautiful-and-how-terrifying-is-it-to-be-alive kind of spirituality in everything she creates.
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Ecstasy
Here’s a video of my most recent reading at Write Club, a storytelling event where two writers are each given a word and a week to write a 7-minute something-or-other inspired by that word. Then they face off in a mock battle (a la Fight Club). My word was ECSTASY.
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The Great Work
Continue readingConsider the numerous strange rituals that have been reported from the primitive tribes and great civilizations of the past, it becomes apparent that the purpose and actual effect of these was to conduct people across those difficult thresholds of civilization that demand a change in the patterns not only of conscious but also of unconscious life.
