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I'm convinced I want to get to know my fear. Need  to? Is that better? Maybe - but I'll go with want because I hope it to be friendly, like desire.   My own, personal,  fear. One thing that makes it tricky is that   often, when I notice her, it seems like she's a flock of birds driving at my face with flapping, pointed menace. Reckless menace. Hooked beaks with blood orange dots. Those eyes - you know? Screeching.   So...that's hard to greet and explore. But she's not, I don'

The Raft in my dream   has rigid edges like a shard    My feet meet it with each fall and don't consider walking off   Though I do notice the blue everywhere else cut with light.   A woman bends to something that will issue music  then a man shows up and I am invited. I go inside the raft   I lie down.   •   The raft is filled with music made from woven human voices  it is orange and elastic and I know the man is pulling it by swimming   tethered to a rope   I rock with it an

Sascha Demerjian “What you resist persists.”   Perhaps you know of this observation from Carl Jung (though, undoubtedly, others without access to platforms, also have observed this). These days whenever I see entreaties to resist I think of this. And I see many entreaties to resist.   I get it. I love my resist t shirt gifted by a dear friend and I know the importance of standing up for folks and to injustice. Yet I keep thinking of this observation and I can’t quite set it d