Some days all sorts of things pop up that I could write as the truth for the day. When I was earlier in, I would try to jot down a word or two to remind me of whatever it was. That didn’t last long. Now I let the truths flit by, circle round, and float just out of my reach.

Only when I sit down with my computer do I try to catch something. I don’t know that this way of proceeding is in service of anything; it just is.

What I’m noticing lately are contradictions. But now that I’m writing this, none come to mind…

Here’s one: I’m a hippie at heart but I also like Jimmy Choo, and Gucci, and Fendi, and Prada purses–yes, really–makes no sense. Although lately, honestly, not as much joy from the fancy stuff…


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