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letter to the person who stole my trike

Dear person who stole my trike, I really loved that trike, and I’m sad you stole it. It was blue, upright, and the back wheels had been redrilled so the spokes could be replaced with a thicker gauge, for hundreds of dollars. I’m sorry you’re in a place where stealing from disabled people in community… Read More »

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is California real?

Hey, reader. How are you doing? Ming and I are recently home from a big road trip. Feels good to write about it and process transformative experiences. There’s a question I still have, now that Ming and I are home. Is California real? I mean that question like another big question I’m asking lately– are… Read More »

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our trip changed me

Hello, reader. How you doing? Ming and I recently traveled down Oregon to the radical faerie sanctuary and Grant’s Pass, through California’s central valley, to Davis and Sacramento, California. Our goal was to see old friends for a 50th birthday tea party, and visit the ashram I spent 12 years close to. Then we came… Read More »

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four day ritual

Hello, reader. How are you doing? Yesterday I completed a four day ritual I want to tell you about. Performing a multi-day ritual is wild during travel because I was at a different location each time. I recommend this because the spirits of the land are different everywhere, the plants are different, the biome, the… Read More »

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asking for help with food

Hey, reader. How are you doing? I’m a good cook! There’s so much surplus I wish I had more access to. So I’m asking for help with food pertaining to food banks, dumpster diving, and foraging. If you live nearby, thank you for considering! nuts and fruits If you know how to process walnuts and… Read More »

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asking about me

Hello, reader. How are you doing? Did you know Ming is the social one, and I’m the hidden home art witch? Ming goes out all the time without me, so people are asking about me. My preference is to stay home and cook, write, draw and paint, and talk to my dear ones over txt… Read More »

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pointless suffering

“It’s not pointless suffering,” I told Ming. “It’s part of a process.” Ming and I were on a trip to the Astoria area so I could worship the Columbia River, rest by the beach, and go to my favorite beeswax magical candle shop. Wow, what a trip. We also got delicious water from a forest… Read More »

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lox

“Is your lox open?” I asked Ming. “Locks?” Ming asked. “Lox!” I said. Ming was in the bathroom, and I sat down on the bed to talk. “Lox like the fish. If your lox was open, I would suggest we bring them with us. And the rice cakes,” I said. We were packing for a… Read More »

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letting people go

Letting people go is a way I maintain happy relationships. Maybe it’s counter-intuitive. But letting people go is a way I emphasize someone’s freedom and release them from old contracts. I love consent. Consent is sacred. I want to respect everyone’s freedom. But sometimes I get confused and think someone owes me something. Sorry about… Read More »

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asking for help with my writing

Hello, reader. How are you doing? Recently I asked for help with the dance. Today I’m asking for help with my writing. Not the writing itself, but helping it reach more people. Thank you for caring about the expression of my truth. Thank you for bringing my words into yourself and sifting them into your… Read More »