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Born to Move Nomadically speaking, why do I insist on staying put? My inflexibility is my suffering. Out flows the dusty stagnation, the revitalization of recleaning the refrigerator, my baggage bursting at the seams. It feels unnatural to move when I just unpacked. Shived out of my own cell. “But, I want to stay!”  “No”, says What Is. “You mustn’t.”  Pain calls me back into my bodyhouse. I follow the signs towards better health.  Knock, knock, Who’s there?You.Yoohoo? -the end-   …

I’ve been told countless times to “move on”, from friends, from our mortgage broker, from the mountain itself. What if moving on required the honoring of being in it?  This is what I’ve given myself.  I allow the horror and give myself a side door exit when needed.  I allow myself to witness the injustice, the unconsciousness to rise up exposing the very broken system in which we all are tethered to.  I allow myself to feel the brutal reality…

Unit number 33 Our treasures have a hard time holding joy when there’s no space to hold them. Brown boxed life, living out of storage units in three different states. I ponder why I need to share this story as I don’t mean to depress. I’m no longer in 100% survival mode, as we just got our ticket to freedom – our family is now on parole as of last week. Finally a remote job, a possibility to think beyond…

Haines, Alaska Landslide   Year 1, Day of: Full circle – only to face our fateful day. What do I do with this ‘review’?  Love it? Close it?  I don’t have, nor do I know, my big feelings any longer. They’ve swallowed me whole, so all I know is my inside world. Tender and raw. I’m in no hurry here, I adjust. Crying is no longer in contrast here, it’s always damp. Vulnerability opens me to experience love in the strangest…