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sacred time

“I never thought of detox as a sacred time,” Ming said.  He’d just read my blog post about detox and the Las Vegas Radical Mental Health Collective dance party. “Yeah, I think it is,” I said.  “Doing something different, for a good reason.  Kind of like being pregnant.  There could be suffering, but it has… Read More »

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what withdrawal feels like

“You have no idea what withdrawal feels like,” I told Ming.  We were headed toward home–I’d asked if we could go out for smoothies, then a walk at the park right there.  My pumpkin smoothie was delicious. “I’m sorry you feel despair,” Ming said. “It’s not despair,” I said.  “It’s not just being sad, but… 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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heart protector

Oh hey.  I have this friend who lives in Tucson and was talking about calcium tea.  I was intrigued and went to the Tucson Herb Shop website.  True I need more calcium in my life, but mostly it sounded tasty.  And I got some heart protector spray. Wow, they have amazing things!  I wish I… Read More »

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dinner fantasy

“Please tell me your dinner fantasy,” I told Ming. “Ok, dinner fantasy.  So there’s this table.  And Bunny is at one end of it.  He has a napkin tucked around his neck.  And then there’s you, at the other end of the table, with a fork…” “Where’s you!?” I asked. “At the other end of… Read More »

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great listener

I made this meme about how to be a great listener. What do you think?  That’s pretty much my method. suspending disbelief The pitfall to my listening style is I leave my judgment at the door and sometimes forget to pick it up on my way out. Oops–I over-believed again.  I like to suspend disbelief,… Read More »

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pistachio butter

I did something that was a really big deal.  There was this pistachio butter.  I bought it in Lompoc at a farmers market with Ming and my mom.  Back when she was well and could do stuff, around two and a half years ago. I ate almost none of the pistachio butter, and it sat… Read More »

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grateful today

I’m feeling grateful today that this owie on my finger is healing.  I was chopping something a few days ago and dropped the knife on my finger.  The wound was very small and minor but in a bad place on the pointer finger of my left hand–I kept bumping it and hurting it.  I can… Read More »

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goldilocks

The first example of white privilege I learned about was watching my mom serve my dad.  Yes, Goldilocks was a story I heard.  Go ahead and bear arms, or arm bears, or whatever! But before I could read about Goldilocks or even talk, I watched what happened in my family. mixedness Mixedness is special–I love… Read More »

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cancel culture and unconditional love

I shared with a friend the blog post sacred song, about ishtadevas and re-finding a lovely tune I’d lost, but mostly about being accepted no matter what.  When I shared the post, I realized that although I don’t use the words, it’s about cancel culture and unconditional love. I made a zine some months ago,… Read More »