Where do you turn for refuge? Do you take the time to nurture your activated nervous system, your extra tight musculature, your weary mind, and your clenched jaw and guts? Your soul? Your heart that beats a little faster these days as we grapple with the unfathomable number of mutual truths we’re being asked to … Continue reading Refuge


Sometimes I catch myself faking it. Our culture makes this popular through sayings like, Fake it ’til you make it. Then, it penalizes us for being inauthentic. Inauthenticity is one of many scarlet letters we talk a lot about but poorly understand. I suspect we poorly understand it, because I see how we have weaponized … Continue reading Faking


As eager craftsmen, we steep ourselves in knowledge and practice our way to mastery. It’s bumpy. At some point we reach a place of understanding, as much as we are able to. If we are lucky, we find our way to effortless integration. Caution. There is what we know, and there is what we presume … Continue reading Presumed


I don’t care if you use grammar properly or if you spell every word correctly. I do my best and I make these same mistakes. I don’t care what you drop onto your plate. How tiring to police the food of others. Please don’t judge yourself against me, and I promise to do the same. … Continue reading Effervescence

There’s a Point

My left trapezius appears to be made of driftwood today. The pain is remarkable, and it’s up into my neck and down into my back. My self care has been interrupted by grief again, that process by which obscene, crushing sadness is simmered and nurtured into something useful. I think. We’re a family in vigil … Continue reading There’s a Point


Today does not feel good. I’m happier than I’ve been in my life. These days still happen, because they are normal. Nothing is wrong, though there are many of life’s nuisances begging for me to react to them. We are trained to think something is wrong if we’re sitting in the midst of life’s unpleasantries, … Continue reading Murky


What is the point? That question is one step toward the spins. Need there be a point? And if so, what’s the rubric? Who is the expert that deems there is, or needs to be, a point? We are the makers of our own, arbitrary mazes. Then we set out to run them as fast as … Continue reading Kryptonite