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Even against the backdrop of the world, life, you, I hold my own. I never knew that before.
I had stopped paying attention to the melodious sounds of –inhale into upward facing dog –exhale into downward.. etc. Her voice was great, like lotus butter, but I was simply putting one breath after another in a heroic effort to … Continue reading
It’s morning, nothing… the light shows up, perfect, low I open. to you
Today someone who knows me well sent me an email. I was going to say she outlined my faults and sins, but that would be kind. She delved in to the shame as only someone who has been there herself … Continue reading
I am going to try to relate this to you in a way that does not sound contrived. It’s impossible. It is contrived. Contrived means that it was obviously planned. This, what I am telling you about, was, and yet … Continue reading
What I think I know is smoke Mirrors are a luxury.
I work with people who are changing their relationship to food. Mostly they are obese and don’t want to be. Most have had surgery under my hand to give them a tool to help them relearn two sensations that their … Continue reading
Ever feel like you are watching over things that don’t matter? Who is it that does that watching? The thin line between personal mayhem, utter apathy or extreme violence is that we don’t know the time of our dying. If … Continue reading
At various times, most of the time, now maybe, I have liked fashion. I subscribe to GQ. I know, but I do. I subscribe to weird French fashion magazines sometimes where the models are nude and waifs, and unhappy and … Continue reading