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Ignoring the Algorithm with a Cup of Coffee.
Was it in the lack of concern for being considered cool? For being seen? Was it because I liked to sleep in? Was it my love for procrastination and self-doubt? Maybe if I focused all my energy into getting my downward dog correct or into lifting myself into crow, possibly I could tilt my world…
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The hummingbirds, bees and butterflies all drink from the same flower and always have enough.
The entire month of May I was a whisper of a human walking through a wind tunnel. I functioned with enough energy to make my bed, move into the living room and make a new bed on the couch. I stared out the window until I memorized all the individual shades of green that colored…
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A cloud is a bird.
I am 33 now. That’s how old my mother was when I turned three. They say that’s the year Jesus wept. What do I have to say about boredom? Nothing. Wherever I go, there I am. When I first moved here I wrestled with the idea of boredom. Boredom or was it just me sitting…
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The sense of nothing 