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not Mahatma Gandhi

me:  What are you doing? Ming:  Waking up. me:  Welcome to shared reality.  Hope you enjoy your stay.  Please keep your arms and head inside the… Ming: Greater vehicle. me: …trolly at all times.  What is the greater vehicle?  Not Mahabarata.  Not Mahamaya.  Maha… Ming:  You know what I’m talking about.  me:  Yeah, I know… Read More »

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praying in the desert, the golden calf, learning to trust change

I thought I’d try to watch a movie.  Sometimes I need a thing to do that requires less brainpower.  I found some movies you can watch for free on IMDB.  There are two documentaries I’m interested in.  Maybe just ten or fifteen minutes. Then I invited Ming to watch with me.  So that added another… Read More »

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sorry for the scathing blogpost

I saw this meme on facebook that bothered me.  It was saying women should stop tempering our statements.  Instead of I think you should leave, we should say You need to leave.  Or maybe just Leave. It bothered me because if there’s a thing a lot of women do, I want to do that thing,… Read More »

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cupid cat, Ming the idea, firefly habitat

A cat dug up the fertilizer spike and left it in front of our door. Oh!  Why did it do that? I don’t know. Maybe it thought we needed fertilizer because we haven’t made any babies yet–we need to be more fertile.  We should have made babies by now. Maybe!  I guess it’s a cupid… Read More »

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overdue mammogram, apple picking, medicine for wounded elephants

Today I feel tired in my entire being.  My back hurts–my mind feels totally used up.  I worked really hard writing, planning, thinking, meeting, negotiating.  I felt a ton of feelings.  I cried on Ming.  I ate cookies. I sat in a waiting room while Friends was playing on the tv, suffering as I waited… Read More »

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special candy from England, how October feels, joke globes, my favorite people

You know, my dad was born in England.  His mom was from there, and on back.  At Christmastime, Great Nana would send us candy from England.  Those foods became delicious, special foods for us. Smarties came in a cardboard tube you could shake and it made a sound like a rattle.  The candies were like… Read More »

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news from a clam: trauma response, beautiful necklace, the illusion of security

I was feeling like a turtle, then I switched to feeling like a clam–clammed up, totally closed, self-contained.  Happy as a clam, alone and wanting to stay still in darish places.  Needing to stay still in darkish places. Yesterday afternoon I was in bed, lying on my side, doing nothing.  I knew it was almost… Read More »

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No One’s Illegal

Know Life by George Toilman My friend George Toilman made this album, some of his best songs from over the years.  I met George at a peace walk he organized.  My favorite memory from that walk was meeting at a park near the Bay Area.  The three walkers arrived from their day of walking–we supporters… Read More »

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A for effort

“You know, a lot of people seem to think women are born knowing how to put on makeup.  But it’s a skill.  I have no idea how to put on makeup.  I don’t want to, but I think it’s really cool that some people want to and can do it really well.  But I feel… Read More »

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porch gecko, quail eggs, healing my relationship with liminal spaces

Our friend W came over to help Ming repot the tree collard, among other things.  I heard them outside.  We thought it was root bound. Half an hour later, I went outside–Ming was giving me a ride somewhere.  I saw on the concrete outside our front door a small weird lizard.  I thought it was… Read More »