“I’m going to paint a bee on your phone while you’re sleeping,” Ming said. “That’s a weird threat,” I said. I started laughing. It’s been a long time coming. “A threat or a promise.” Ming was lying on the bed, not feeling well. He finally got the tummy part of my sickness, quite late. “What… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you? I have my second tattoo planned already, before I’ve received my first. It’s the word Jagaddhatri on my left wrist in Sanskrit. I like to draw it there over and over, as I wait for the tattoo. I went through a whole process with this word. First I wanted to… Read More »
“Wow–I know why that guy got kicked out of the ashram,” I thought and stifled a giggle. Ming and I were at the Sunday quiet Quaker meeting, and the bright cyclist had been falling asleep over and over, more than usual. It culminated in his falling off the pew entirely. Kerplump. Holy crap. He woke… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you? I’ve embarked on a year of being kind to my body. I always want to be kind to my body, but this year is extra. A long struggle is coming to a close, something I haven’t talked about at all on his blog or in a zine. The struggle was… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you? I’ve heard how healing isn’t linear. But I was thinking how liberation isn’t linear either. It came up because I was in the kitchen with Ming, and he was wearing his glasses when his glasses were not helpful to him. His glasses don’t help him, for seeing up close. “Can… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you doing? I wanted to tell you about my new tattoo. It’s my first tattoo: a snake on my chest. Only problem is it keeps getting delayed. My dear housemate’s travel plans–the delivery of a thinner needle to get the tongue right. Then my own illness. I hope it happens in… Read More »
“Can I tell you what I’m craving?” I asked Ming. “What?” he asked. “I’m craving pumpkin muffin,” I said. “Mmm, yeah.” I imagined the muffin, subtle orange in its light brown, with a slightly chewy edge of the muffin top. “Why don’t you just eat some zinc pills?” Ming asked, What was he talking about? … Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you? I’ve been thinking of singing as healing. I want to tell you about it. I knew for a long time that signing is a way to feel better, connect with other people, comfort goats while milking, move energy, give love to a space like the goddess temple, worship the divine,… Read More »
“Hey, dear! When you’re done, I want to pray with you!” I said to Ming. He was taking a shower. I popped into the bathroom to use the toilet before bed. “Ok, I’m almost done,” Ming said. “Good,” I said. Then he came out of the shower. I was listening to weird chimey sounds that… Read More »
Hello, reader. How are you? I woke up hungry this morning. That had not happened in a while. I’m still sick, but the hunger seems like a good sign. Yesterday when we left home for Portland, I needed strength so I was holding rocks. Do you like holding rocks? It feels like holding hands with… Read More »