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Band practice with the upright bass! Oh my god, it was so fun– to have that bounce and depth and rhythm. To be three instead of two, which does some kind of magical math equation to the sense of potential and possibility. To be not perfect together. To drink beer (even if mine was only metaphorical). To make plans for more songs just by me singing a verse and then Ben jumping in with the slappiest bass lines. I swear we were having fun, even though Jon and Ben seem to be lase

Acorn squash with nutmeg and maple syrup. The first day of 6th grade. Sun and clouds and rain and wind and a wet-blue sky. And not just one cup but two of tea in bed with a book long before nightfall, and finally, a cozy kitten coming in out of the dark. #DaysDelight

I sat by the lake on the East Bay then lounged. Then became, like the line of water and sky, more and more horizontal; like the rocks, nearly silent; like the water, far more than the calm surface. (Reader, I mean that I slept, cheek pressed againsty arm, very possibly snoring for any passing tourist to hear, with my belly pressing against sun-warmed pebbles. But I also mean all of that about the merging and communion and deep water ecosystem). This time of year feels like Su

Good questions ( really good questions) asked by a friend (a really good friend). Space to answer. Space to describe all the ways I felt I couldn’t get to the answers. Space to hear the guess/scrying/hunch about myself. And then the space to feel it all. To be in it and present without the urge to hide or run away or turn it all into a flippant joke– The gift of true, honest, human conversation. #DaysDelight