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The Source of Rage
“Timmy did excellent work this year. It was a pleasure to teach him. He is very sensitive, and we’ve been working to overcome this, as school will be a happier experience if we solve this problem.”...
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Bricolage
As stated when I began this blog, this space is my laboratory, the place in which I, as an “otter of the universe,” as a “pure research man,” follow my fascinations, peer into boxes that intrigue me,...
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Flummoxed by Elephants
“What are you going to write about this week?” asked my friend Lindy. “Do you go into it knowing your topic, or do you just show up and see what’s there?” I just go into my lab and see what’s there....
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To Serve and Protect
If a great part of my impulse to anger is rooted in childhood wounding, as I’ve been exploring these past weeks, then the other great part arises from my present impulse to protect. Both forms of...
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The Empath and the Alien
Star Trek: “The Empath” Those few who know me well know that I sometimes use the term “alien” as a self-description. I refer to my “home planet,” and how we do things there, and how that world is...
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The Swiftest Path Back
Which way to go next? It has taken me forever to get into the lab today, what with so many other things needing my attention. Now that I’m here, what fascinates? I thought I might follow up last week’s...
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Gentle Rain
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. Thank you.” - Ihaleakala Hew Len, Zero Limits I woke early, thinking of gentleness. I woke early, thinking of our overwhelming life, of to-do lists that...
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The Personal Exemption
Well it’s all right, everything’ll work out fine Well it’s all right, were going to the end of the line -End of the Line, The Traveling Wilburys I was splitting wood and heard a bird cry. Just over...
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Life Before Death
What happened to me? That’s the question that haunts me in these end of days. What happened, that left me feeling so damaged, so broken, so confused? Why am I so unable to trust? Why are so many of my...
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Blood on the Sidewalk
“At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves.” A Hope Elder Speaks It’s okay. You can call me depressed if you like, though depressed people do not usually run,...
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