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One of the core tenants of regenerative farming is that you’re taking less from the land than what you give it. What that translates to practically is that you’re actually growing the soil, not the produce that comes from it. Insert your own personal growth metaphor here. I had a lot of time to think about this in the past week. I got covid and isolated myself away. My symptoms were mild and I ended up spending the last 4 days tackling the most dreaded garden task. I knew I acquired enough material to make a whole lot of potting…
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There’s a part of my left hip that clicks. Whenever it happens I think about how I have not kept up with my yoga practice for years. I’m pretty sure that was one of the reasons why I loved doing the pigeon pose. I spent the last two weeks working on resetting my outdoor space. In my head, there’s a version of myself that lounges on a nice outdoor furniture set, in the shade, sipping something, and reading a book. I’m also finding my physical limits have been about the same in the last 10 years. The only difference is,…
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I’ve had a couple of interesting days, in the back of my brain anyway. I haven’t actually done a lot, but I feel like I’m finally starting to hit reset. I was motivated enough to clean off some surfaces and get a couple of loads of laundry done. Like I was excited to do them. Usually at this point in time I would get some random assignment or something that crushes my spirits again. But not this time. I’m getting a bit more excited in thinking about what I want to work on. I’ve also changed up my mindset on…
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I had the beginning of a panic attack about half an hour ago when I set off to go to a coffee shop to keep writing. I drove past the shop and straight into the parking lot. I can see from the window that the space was packed and there were no parking anywhere near the shop. I felt that wave of dread and kept driving. I drove to an older location of the same shop and here I am. Drinking a drink that’s not quite up to my standard, a bag of too expensive coffee in my bag, sitting…
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I had a letterman jacket (amongst a few other items) that I let go that irrationally weights on my mind. It was woolen, bright red, with black leather sleeves. I remember vividly when I got it. One year (I think it was early high school) the outlet mall about an hour south of where I lived opened up Thanksgiving night for early black Friday shopping. Being the consummate bargain hunters my mom and I were, we decided to check it out. It was a wash of humanity in the middle of the night, wandering around the outdoor mall, tearing at…
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Around Thanksgiving last year, in a fit of I don’t know what, I decided to give this writing thing another try. I’m pretty sure I told myself this time will be different. Just like the countless times I attempted it in the last 20+ years (I wonder if my old livejournal entries are still floating around somewhere). This time I’ll be learning something. I’ll do this on my own terms. I even bought a hosting plan, got a new url, and hosted my own version of WordPress. Today is April 23rd and this is the first time I’ve really messed…