Anecdote: I went to the cathedral, and the priest’s baby was “in the audience,” that is, one of the four of us forming the congregants. I got to touch the baby’s hand when we exchanged the peace, without any of the awkwardness of touching a stranger’s baby, instead it was friendly. After the service, as […]
Read More 41 Days or SoDeep spiritual thought: “By setting the jumps too high and making the price tag too great, the recovering artist sets defeat in motion.” – Julia Cameron All of Cameron’s books are great, she is a big part of the reason I have been a functional artist all my adult life. That is, I make stuff, […]
Read More 45 Days of Winter Before Us, 32 Days Since We Started This Adventure, But Actually 90 Days of Winter Behind UsToday we’re just going to be sad. It’s a sad time of year, mostly, cold, and our shoulders are tight and we are cold and for many of us, Valentine’s Day and no one romantically loves us, as if we needed a special day to mediate on that sourness, and others of us, who might […]
Read More Quarante-SixToday I was sick of the whole thing. Sick of long underwear. Sick of pants. I am a skirt girl, I have always been, but particularly since pants became too short for me, which was about age ten. It is really still too cold to wear skirts. I was many warm places today. I have […]
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