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detox

Oh hey, I’m doing a detox, suffering from withdrawal from a part of my life I need to leave behind.  I need two weeks and I will feel better.  As for now, it’s time to feel like puking. This art I already partly showed you is here above my desk where I can look at… Read More »

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sacred rage

Hey, I’ve been thinking about sacred rage.  I had a friend who hated his coworker for her taste in music–insipid, bland.  Well, maybe he hated her for other reasons, but her taste in music sealed the deal. I listen to chill music, but I can listen to angry music too.  When I was a teenager,… Read More »

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dance park

“Hey, honey,” I said to Ming.  “What if we danced in a vacant lot.  And then a bunch of other people started dancing in the vacant lot too.  And it turned into a dance park.” “Mmm,” Ming said. “Yeah!  Wouldn’t that be cool?”  I imagined we put in a good dance surface, like the springy… Read More »

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park dance

I danced at the park for 43 minutes yesteray.  I turned my phone into a hot spot, let my computer play my favorite dance music, turned on my bluetooth headphones, and gave my body permission.  Yes, park dance! Wow, it was amazing.  I got some sun.  Never danced with geese before.  They were pretty chill–they… Read More »

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music and magic

I don’t usually use the word magic, but the talk was named by someone else, so I’m going with it.  Please see this video of me talking about music and magic, my practice run for the presentation I’m giving for the local UU pagan group. I might say something’s magical, like the magical parking lot. … Read More »

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self-hate as motivation

Self-hate as motivation has never worked, for me.  For anything, that I can recall. I made a video of myself dancing, which I’d never done before.  It was partially in response to a youtube troll saying something mean to me about my body.  When I read his mean comment, I thought of some snappy comebacks… Read More »

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how to love your tummy

I used to hate my tummy, back when I thought being fat was bad.  I believed I had a responsibility to try to thin myself, and I carried a ton of shame.  Now that I know weight doesn’t determine health, and health doesn’t determine value, I love my tummy.  What a good tummy I have! … Read More »

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getting old

“Is that too great a burden to bury?” I asked Ming.  Then I laughed and laughed.  Getting old is wild. On Saturday, a friend I hadn’t seen in more than a year asked, “Why is your hair turning gray?”  I love being 44, who I am, my age, and all I’ve been through, to get… Read More »

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dancing in the streets

“You wanna hear this book with me?” I asked Ming.  I’m reading a book Dancing in the Streets with my friend up in Canada. She’s reading it for a class, and knows the subject matter interests me.  It was sweet, she invited me to be her book buddy! The book is about group ecstatic states–Dancing… Read More »

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invisible

“Example cats,” I said.  I was thinking about making cat sculptures / toys of cats I’ve loved.  The now invisible made visible. “Is that like thunder cats?” Ming asked. “Thunder cats–I know what you’re talking about.  A cartoon–they were like cats, but like people, in these colorful space suits?  Did they have a ring?  Or… Read More »