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Tag: meditation

  • For my spotty memory

    For my spotty memory

    on clear beginnings and still mornings and need vs want.

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  • The Watermelon Dome 🎧

    The outside smells like when we were talking.  Musty grass. Spring giving into summer faster than most regions. The gardenia tree next door releasing its scent. Or maybe it’s the perfume I wore last year around this time. Warm and lingering on my neck, rose and blueberry and magnolia. In the watermelon dome, our skin…

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  • Ujjayi

    dripping into triangle pose,with strong legs anda twisting core,my palm sliding downsore, soft shinsto reach the floor,and my eyes, which ought to be fixedon my opposite hand,are momentarily fixed on youand the way you like to watch.powder-pink carnationsin a cobalt-bluetranslucent pitcher.your unbuttoned,secondhand-ownedNaked & Famous shirt.the conversation you decide to startwhile I’m in the most difficult…

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  • Muovi il culo, è Pasqua

    I love the way we sort of free falldown the stairs in the morningsfor our walk.But especiallyon holiday mornings.I think about someone my ageawake to watch their childrenexperience the plastic sensationsof their Easter basketwhile they sip a coffee.But for me, it’s different—and this isn’t to say one version isbetter or worse.I love the stillnessthe normally…

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  • my Alchemai Queen 🎧

    When I drive to see my therapist, I’m always nervous. I arrive early and I park under a shady tree. If I happen to be in a phase where I’m listening to a playlist, I’ll let a song play until the end and rest against the round circle headrest in my Fiat and sigh and…

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  • Tagging my dreams 🎧

    I couldn’t find my silky sleep mask and was too tired to look for it, so guess who had trouble sleeping? When I finally fell asleep I was treated to unsettling dreams. I’ve noticed this recurring dream pattern for me, where I’m responsible for my niece. I used to regularly dream of a towering wave.…

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  • The Little Drop 🎧

    In savasana, I am the worst. At a recent yin yoga session, as we rolled up our mats and put away blocks and blankets, our instructor said, “Much better. I can feel the vibration in here is less chaotic.” My main character energy (flaw) assumed I was the chaos. I was certainly feeeeeling it before…

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  • Maxine 🎧

    I haven’t felt much like writing for a bit. I got caught up in an early morning yoga and meditation routine that I thought was serving me, but I don’t know. A friend said to me recently that sometimes you can do the healthiest things and still feel terrible, and that makes feeling terrible all…

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  • Paper-Cut Hearts

    I love February. I’m a sucker for the colors of Valentine’s Day and all the sweetness that comes with the holiday. I don’t know why, I just think it’s cute. I’m still off social media. Okay, sometimes, at work, I’d skim my (finally deactivated) Twitter feed (which is mostly astrology content creators and X-Files fans),…

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