A little ode to the consumerist hungry-ghost that’s consuming me (and perhaps all of modern society) with the relentless need for more.
A song for the bird that flew by my window this morning when I was meditating.
Another musing on the meaning of life, grief, and death (and maybe the advantages of not knowing the meaning of life, grief, and death).
Yesterday I finally got a decent offer on my house. I’ve been impatiently waiting for this for a few months now, and yet, when it happened, I was overcome with anxiety. Do I really want to sell it? Do I really want to move? I was surprised that I didn’t just feel unrestrained joy.
This song is a bit of a musing on how I’m rarely ever sure what I really want. Some things I want out of fear of not having them, but the things I just want because I want them – they’re hard to see. Continue reading
An ode to the joys and pitfalls of hope. Continue reading