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snake under the bed
I was doing my nightly sitting practice when I heard what -at first, sounded like a slurping sound and I froze in terror. The noise lasted a few moments-then, cut out and the first thing I imagined was that a lunatic had- for reasons unknown- besides being insane- hid in the closet. Nevermind that I…
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waves.
My son has been birthing the last of his four molars and I’ve become attuned to the rhythms of his discomfort. And- like everything else in the natural world -there is always a peak followed by a trough. He’ll be an uber maniac one day followed by just a regular maniac (ie toddler )-the next day. …
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Cosmological precision mirrors the minutia of life
I often come back to-how-everything in our universe came to be-requiring an exactitude that is difficult, if not impossible, for us to grasp. A razors edge of precision. Making it hard to believe that it all happened by chance. A cosmic explosion that somehow fell perfectly into place. Sometimes I’m able to see how there…