Dangerous Compassions

making meaning

This morning we overslept.  I think I let my 5:30 alarm go off for half an hour.  It turned itself off.  So it will be hard to get to my therapist by 9.  We’ll see.  Ming is doing the Catholic Worker costco run right now by himself. 

Tomorrow we leave town.  I feel pretty happy about it.  Today we go to the cabin to celebrate my birthday.  The cabin is on Mt Charleston and I love it there.  The air feels good.

Last night we had a meeting of the radical mental health collective.  We were talking about making meaning, among other things.  It’s something I struggle with.  But Ming doesn’t.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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