Chubmeister 5000

Loitering, as you know, means fucking off, or doing jack shit, or jacking off, and given that two of those three terms have sexual connotations, it’s no great imaginative leap to know that it is a repressed and repressive (sexual and otherwise) culture, at least, that invented and criminalized the concept. Someone reading this might very well keel... See more

I took the wheel. We cruised past small islands, families of pink roseate spoonbills, garbage tankers swarmed by seagulls, fields of grass and wolfberries, and I realized it was not that remarkable for a person to understand what another person needed.

There’s a name for these kinds of paths , she says, and the idea sounds familiar, but we can’t remember what they’re called. Later she looks it up and texts me. Of course. They’re called “desire paths.” The path that your heart wants to follow, heeding some kind of internal call, even if it’s not the way you think you should go.

May we remember to... See more

Destiny - an acrostic poem experience by the author Ricken Hale

D is for dreaming, the start of it all

E is for energy, breaking down walls

S is for stewardship of home and of earth

T is for terror which gives us more worth

I is for eyes which observe us with love, until

N meaning newness rains down from above. And

Y? That’s a question we needn’t now... See more

I think many people who pursue mindfulness confront this at some part of their journey: the actual work of living that needs to be done. Where am I going to live? Who am I going to love? What am I going to work on?