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What does your soul need? For me, this evening, it was a few good long hours in the kitchen, making things. Every season brings its bounty, and Spring is by far the most exciting. Now in quarantine, ingredients seem anyway more precious. Here I am one, and one does not always have such an appetite […]

What makes you feel good. It is both a question and a declaration. Enjoy your love; dig deeper. Living systems adapt by transforming themselves, responding to the subtle logos. I am of you, and this knowledge allows me to release my ego baggage. How can we learn to ride that vibration? Rather than escape by

We are now in the second phase, of however many phases we do not yet know. It seemed quite benevolent of Mother Nature to provide us with non-stop sun for the entire month of April as we succumbed to quarantine and a changing of the world order. But now it is May showers, amidst the

(An interlude of history that didn’t happen, brought to you tonight curtesy of Salman Rushdie’s Two Years Eight Months & Twenty-Eight Nights, © 2015) <<So you’re saying we should stop clapping hands now?>> Background: Goya’s Etching #43 “The Sleep Of Reason Brings Forth Monsters” We tell this story still as it has come down to us

“The time-out-of-joint which we called the time of strangeness lasted for two years, eight months and twenty-eight nights, which is to say, 1000 nights, and one night more. And yes, we have lived another 1000 nights since those days, but we are all forever changed by that time. Whether for better or for worse, that

The Governor comes in singing, Good Morning, it’s Monday! He seems to truly realize how crucial it is to stay positive. Despite it all, find some light. Or maybe it was just the spaghetti and meatballs. I go out in the world, the first time outside my home zone in a while. The reason is

“See you on the social.” What a stylish mask, the Governor says. Very fashion forward. I manage to go a whole day without turning on my smartphone. It feels miraculous. Incredible tangible detox. My smartphone is not my mobile phone, so I am still available in emergency. I even check in, briefly, on social media.

Breathe like a sleeping tiger, like a fish, like butterfly wings. Intimate terrorism, they call it; Domestic violence. Tigers sick with Coronavirus – What are we supposed to do ? It is easier to read the news than it is To watch the moon travel across the sky Yet we gather with tragic optimism And

What is the distinction between policies of harm reduction vs policies of hope? Oh, the audacity of hope, here we are again. (Is this what you think, he asked, or just what you read on the internet? I don’t really know, she said. It’s so easy to get lost down that rabbit hole.) I find two

As she prepared to leave there was a small pause, then we both leaned in for a hug. It seemed like the right thing to do, a mark of solidarity. We had just spent the last 12 hours together or so, more time that either one of us had spent with another human in over