life
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I’ve been thinking about places. I’ve been thinking about how places hold memories of sense and feeling. There was a big old maple tree behind my childhood home, part of an abandoned farm. The ghost of a barn lay crumbling there, along with the rusty skeleton of an old VW bug. I was afraid to…
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Back in January, a friend of mine reminded our social media community of the concept of a word for the year, and I decided to choose “bloom.” To bloom is to come to life after sleeping, hibernating, resting. Blooming is the culmination of growth, the flowering a powerful display of the plant’s beauty and power.…
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The temptation to remake myself every new year is strong. I love the idea of fresh starts. New notebooks, a fresh stack of paper, a new pen, a clean slate. Leave who you are in the old year and begin again. Be whoever you wish you could be. Fix whatever is wrong with you. But…
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CW: death My dad died today. If it seems weird to you that I’d be writing a blog post, well, it is, a little. But writing has always been the way I process things, so I’m doing that now. My dad lived a long life and the last few years were not great for him.…
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I’ve been sitting in the dark for the last half an hour or so, frozen. I have a bunch of things to do, some of which are work and some of which are fun, but I can’t move. Tomorrow I am going to do a very big thing. It doesn’t really matter what it is.…
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Remember when gratitude journals were all the rage? If you just think of 3 things you’re grateful for every day, you’ll notice the change in your life. I think the idea was to train yourself to see the positives (I wrote about this in Glimmers). I tried this practice for a while, but no amount…
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The dread got me, guys. It did. It permeated everything and coloured the way I saw my every day. And no wonder; I think so many things about our world are designed to spark rage and fear and despair. But then, there are glimmers. A lot of people have written about glimmers, but I’ll explain…
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“You’re so pretty,” my friend said to me. It was one of those nights you have with friends where everyone drinks a lot and the conversation turns to how much you all love each other. “You should have seen her 10 years ago,” another friend said. I laughed at him, but I am a slow…
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CW: diet culture talk I think of it like armour. It’s heavy, and cumbersome, but I wear it to protect me. When I can finally take it off, I’m tired. I recently spent time with an old friend. I love her. She’s been so wonderful to me during a hard time. She encourages me. She…
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