dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Saturday, May 16, 2015


This morning I was serving bread and an English muffin had a soggy part, so I put it in my pocket.  The trash can was too far away.  But I threw it away later.  But now I have crumbs in my pocket.

I talked to my homeless friend A.  She and I have a good heart connection.  But I worry about her, of course.

Today Ming is working on the earthship.  And we have something tonight.  I need to make some phonecalls.

My hair is getting really long and turning straight.  I don't want it to be straight, but it's not like I'm one to intervene.


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