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MC Candy Foot

breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming.  A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey.  You don’t eat birds.  The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c.  It starts with a… Read More »

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people do things that don’t make sense

Hey, reader.  How are you?  Did you know people do things that don’t make sense?  Responsible, good people like me and you.  Yes, it happens. how the world works I always believe people make sense, like that’s how the world works.  Thing leads to thing.  There’s a reliable chain of cause and effect–we can count… Read More »

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my gratitude for late April

Hello, reader.  How are you?  This is my gratitude for late April.  Please join me in celebrating the goodness that fills my life. eyes I’m so glad my eyes got better.  I had an illness which started as a cold, then a week of gastrointestinal distress, then my eyes got gunky / gummy and hurting… Read More »

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bodies vary

Hello, reader.  How are you?  Last night I had anxiety.  This morning I was extremely glad to wake up on the side of the living.  It’s like–Wow.  I made it to the light of day.  Panic is possible in the daytime.  But night can fuck me up.  I was crying in bed before a stressful… Read More »

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quaker

“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 »

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singing as healing

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 »

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roasting chiles at home

Hello, reader.  How are you?  Looks like I never posted about recently roasting chiles at home.  Here in Oregon we can roast chiles like champs.  It’s not just for California and Nevada, I have learned! fire At our request, our housemate made a fire in the backyard.  They’d had a long day at work.  I… Read More »

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party

“I can’t do good for my mind, at the expense of my body!  God!  Why do I think that’s ok?” I asked Ming.  I was lying in bed, angry with myself the morning after a party. to dance I went to a big forest party to dance.  The bash started at 7, but the music… Read More »

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the intelligence

Hello, reader.  How are you doing?  Often I feel like the earth that creates the resource.  A man sees my raw richness and takes it. I’m not understood as the intelligence–what I create is misread as accidental and without skill.  I feel colonized. art This happens to people with less power a lot.  I’ve seen… Read More »

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what disables me

Hello, reader.  How are you doing?  I’ve been thinking more about what disables me.  My community member friend wrote a long, helpful comment on that recent post.  He said the issue isn’t really capitalism. deeper Yes, I agree–there’s something deeper than capitalism itself that disables me.  It drives the dysfunction that’s hurting me and in… Read More »