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Getting Advice from the Dying

I’m calling bullshit on “advice from the dying” on how to live your life.
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That Time I Thanked a Lemon

I’m sitting in the new light of morning, sipping warm lemon water because it is not yet time to break my overnight fast with a fresh cheese-laden omelette. The warm water comforts me and the tangy taste of lemon makes one feel like I’m doing something good for my body to start my day. I…
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Nestled in Sunday Quiet

Sunday mornings are for ritualizing the mundane. Listening to geese. Watching blue turn gold. Saturdays are usually active. There’s groceries, and some laundry, shopping, and – in normal times – concerts or movies or dinner out. The fullness of Saturday spills into my Sunday morning in the form of carelessly discarded jackets, shoes, wine glasses;…
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Capture the Goddess

“Capture the gottas.” It’s a phrase used by a biz coach* to help prioritize madness. Make sure you write down things you “gotta” do that you are likely to forget. When I first heard her say the words, what I heard was CAPTURE THE GODDESS. I went along merrily focused on capturing the goddess. Reading…
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The Quiet Glow of Ice and Snow

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland I love the changing faces of nature;…
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Sabbatical Day One – AirBNB

Is it weird that this isn’t weird? I’m alone in a stranger’s home and I miss nothing. I’ve spun my first fresh juice of a 3 day fast and I feel like my life must move in this small, quiet direction. You’d think by now I’d know who I am. Am I really not figuring…
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Evolution

I read a journal prompt today about mourning the loss of dreams that we’ve let go. I tried to think of one that I had to release and oddly I couldn’t come up with anything. That isn’t to say that I haven’t tried and failed – not by a long shot. But I’ve typically looked…
