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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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love

The friend who visits from Florida asked if he could bring anything from that tropical place.  I asked for the love of a manatee, the smell of a mango flower, the lost tooth of a shark, a seed from a nutritious tree, and a thimbleful of water from the fountain of youth. As far as… Read More »

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physical therapy

physical therapy I’ve had a pinched nerve for nine years which hurts me off and on, in my shoulders and neck.  There’s numbness and reduced functionality in my right hand also. But the pain is always changing.  When my stress went up lately, I got pain in my jaw joint and temples also. Friday I… 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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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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creative self-harm

I thought of a way to do creative self-harm.  I was flossing the other day–I’d been worried about my mouth health.  It’d been a while since I flossed, and I decided to give it a try. I talked kindly to myself, like–You can just floss part of your mouth, and then you can floss the… Read More »

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pain

“Oh hey, you blew my mind today.  When you told me that pain isn’t just to tell us that something’s wrong.”  I said this to Ming, as he was driving us home yesterday.  We’d just housesit for a friend then dropped off some mail at the post office. “Yeah?” Ming asked. “Yeah, I always thought… Read More »