dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Tuesday, October 03, 2017


At community lunch I got overwhelmed by talk of the shooting and fled.  Realized I'm not cut out to be a listening ear about that.  Tragedy? guns?  Not so much.  So I changed my mind about going to the training tonight.

Ming went without me.  I stayed home and made enchiladas.  They turned out great.  Delicious.  But I skipped the rice and beans.

Listening to music, feeling curious about my own life.


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