“You look like you’re doing the elm dance,” Ming said. “Elm dance?” I asked. “What’s that?” “Elm dance!” he said, moving his arms in the air like I was. “I don’t know what an elm tree looks like,” I said. “Is this an elm tree?” We were at the park. I pointed to the tree… Read More »
“Yes, I’m listening to Hong Kong electronica! What of it!?” I demanded of Ming. “I didn’t say nothin,’” Ming said. “Listen!” I said. I was dancing in the bedroom, on the squishy mat. He glanced at my shelf and left. He had his headphones half-on and was listening to music on his own. sleep I… Read More »
I had a friend I met at the soup line. He was a charming old man, thin and small, who really liked people. He would be happy to see me and Ming. His name was Nick. https://www.tributearchive.com/obituaries/19972580/Nicolas-Balli/Las-Vegas/Nevada/Davis-Funeral-Homes-Memorial-Park When I met him, he told me about his life. Born in Texas, Mexican-American, military service, married, post… Read More »
Hey, we went to a protest. We were opposing evictions and rent in general, really. It was good to show up. I flew my Community is Possible sign. But the cops were acting bad. They were in one spot, and a tow truck was with them too. Then one circled around behind us, so we… Read More »
Peace is an active, vibrant, creative way of living nonviolence for the well-being of all. It’s not stasis, limp, boring, predicable, or taking an easy way out. Peace is in motion, an ever-changing choice to do the difficult work of non-harming, specific to that situation and need. It includes risking vulnerability and risking mistakes in… Read More »
I made this art, with sentences like affirmations. I like the colors–I felt brave, never using colors quite like this. And it helps how the sentences go on the colors…? It changes their movement. Then I made this one for Ming to have sentences to say to me when I’m really upset. I talk to… Read More »
“Why doesn’t everyone do this with their arms? It feels so good!” We were at the park, standing near the parking lot. I was moving my arms around in big motions, like swimming. My shoulders felt so good, to move like that, my hands twinkling. “Because they’re afraid of looking weird,” Ming answered me. “Oh!”… Read More »
Anti-gratitude list for today–thank you for hearing me. Back to our regularly scheduled positivity tomorrow. Other people made choices that affect me a lot, without consulting me. Blame / shame that doesn’t even make sense. Like doctors blaming me for health issues without knowing anything about my life. Assumptions they make leading to me being… Read More »
Hey, the song of the day is Burn It Down. Hope you like it. Ming wanted to hear it, and he danced so cutely, this morning. He asked for the song about Rodney Coronado, and I didn’t know what he was talking about. But when I searched for Burn It Down, I was like–oh! Yeah,… Read More »
We have helped my super cute love Ming transition from 54 to 55 years old. We did good. Congratulations! You have arrived at the speed limit. I was singing in the desert to Mother God, a sweet song, Eight Stanzas to Bhavani. It’s in Sanskrit. I’d like to record it for you, but I’m having… Read More »