[written in October 2020] Last night was beautiful. And painful. I sat alone on my porch in the dark, listening to the last crickets singing in the trees and watching Mars rise over the eastern ridge, glimmering red. It was warm enough to be outside with a sweater and a scarf. The woods …
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How to consume
Even though I'm 45 years old, I have homework.And I give it to myself.My homework this year is writing a daily essay on love. Specifically, I am doing one missive per day from How to Love by Thich Nhat Hahn.I'm on day 60.Today's essay, which I finished mere seconds ago, feels like perfect …
