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caring for my body

I have a deal with my body–I give her some basic things, and she gives me the ability to function.  Before, I thought that caring for my body was a waste of time, a tedious chore.  I wanted to do the minimum. Now I understand that caring for my body is a sacred pleasure, and… Read More »

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green things

Hello, can I show you some green things?  I thought quanyin looked extra pretty surrounded by blooming beans.  These are the little kind of favas. The beans came from a farmers market at my homeland years ago.  Ming thought the package was no longer ok, so he tossed the beans into the garden, like a… Read More »

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dress

“Do you think I could pretend this shirt is a dress?  Is it long enough that I could get away with that?” I asked. “Looks great,” Ming said. “Like I could go outside and take your picture?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “Ooo!  Ok!” I said.  “Let’s go outside. Oh wait–where’s my phone?  Wait just… Read More »

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night desires

There are night desires–they make night sense.  Then day desires often win.  Day is bright, more rational, and gets stuff done.  Flooded with light.  But night desires are where I live. I worshiped the moon for a long time.  I feel like my real myself in fall and winter.  Truly, I feel like a different… Read More »

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sunning

I’ve been dreaming again.  Wow, thank you, mind, for handing me these weird-ass movie kinda things I don’t have to pay for.  I appreciate it, I think! Yesterday I got a lot of sun.  It was amazing–sun bath, sunning.  Midday, the sun felt different–harsh.  Like it had changed from the winter sun to the summer… Read More »

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what stops change

Hey, there was a meme I was dissatisfied by, so I had some commentary, made a list of my own, of what stops change, in my life. I realized it would make a terrible meme because it was too much.  Then I realized there were factors inside me and outside me.  So I thought I… Read More »