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"Is anyone else having trouble sleeping with all these planetary changes?" asked my friend today.

"What if planets have trouble changing because we don't sleep?" I asked, in response.

"Well, if the planets are trying to align with me, they're in trouble." she answered, and I said:

"The fate of planets is in your hands, and so the most important question in all of reality, right now, is: how are you doing?"

It was a fun little exchange and yet it stuck with me. How would it be, I wondered, if… Continue

I walked in the mountains yesterday. There is a trail winding it's way up a mountain side. It splits at one point, a path goes on, following the mountainside into a valley, another leads up to the very mountain top. I wanted to stand at the top of the world yesterday, so I climbed up. The way up is steep and I was out of breath in no time, paying attention to nothing but my burning legs, my hammering heart, my lungs that were about to burst, and the annoying little flies trying to dive into my e… Continue

This is the wisest thing I've heard anyone say on the subject of "changing the world" so far:

"Look at what realists have done for us. They have led us to war and climate change, poverty on an unimaginable scale, and wholesale ecological destruction. Half of humanity goes to bed hungry because of all the realistic leaders in the world. I tell people who call me 'unrealistic' to show me what their realism has done. Realism is an outdated, overplayed and wholly exaggerated concept."

This guy's m… Continue

It is wonderful to be outside. I begin to believe that living in houses really wasn't such a good idea. It is so spacious, so open, so unguarded to just be out in the world where trees are, where birds are, where the sky is.

Working in my yard today was such a pleasure. I was pulling generations of old, dried ferns out of the ground. It was not an easy task, they resisted, clung to the earth with all their might and did all they could to become slippery and fragile, twisting, bending and crumbl… Continue

I was holding space this weekend for the exploration of poverty and abundance. In a beautiful retreat center nestled in the hills of Montecito, with a view on gorgeous, sprawling mansions on the slopes below, with the ocean beyond, with mountains reaching up to the sky, I learned that 45% of the population of Los Angeles can not pay their bills and buy food all in the same month. There I learned that in some urban neighborhoods, within 15 miles radius, there are 45 active gangs. There I learned… Continue