Tag: self

  • Rebellion! Doing things for their own sake.

    Rebellion! Doing things for their own sake.

    How do you decide, of all the infinite things you could be doing, what you should do? What if… you just did things you wanted to do?

  • My Imaginary Life

    We always held that books contain ideas, and ideas need air to survive. I come from a long line of wandering tinker/librarians. We roamed from town to town in our horse-drawn wagons full of books, bringing the mysteries of life to all who needed them. It was a non-agrarian life, but we were well-versed in…

  • Permission

    I am giving myself permission.   I give myself permission to shine, to wear clothes that make me feel beautiful, to take up space, to speak. I may write and publish whatever my whim carries without concern about “branding.” I may put art in my Etsy store and philosophy on my blog and code in…

  • Dreaming

    The software I’m building is designed to share the wealth, to spread the benefits around. It is software informed by permaculture principles, and by my earlier work looking at the ethics of technical decision making. It is pragmatic and romantic at the same time. Holding this dream requires me to hold those two truths simultaneously…

  • Surfing (Metaphorically)

    I have long wanted to learn to surf, although I’m also terrified of it. (There are a lot of things like that in my life.) Please take this post as metaphor-from-a-distance, because watching other people surf has still given me some insight into how my life flows. First thing, before you can do awesome jumpy…

  • Escape Fantasies

    I am a master of the art of the escape fantasy. I have read a long list of books by people who ventured around the world, walked out their door and didn’t turn back, moved to other countries, or took on absurdly ambitious adventures. I am particularly partial to stories of circumnavigations. So when I was…

  • Poem: My Missing Skin

    I think I left my skin somewhere. How else to explain This longing, yearning To return to the sea the sky the land To crawl through the undergrowth Belly-ground touching, Scales tingling with Anticipation Oh, to eat Unencumbered To fly, knowing that This is all there is! To leap, fully alive, From the depths and…

  • I could be anything

    If you could be anything, what would it be? “Anything?” she said. “Sure. Anything.” hmm… famous, beautiful, rich, immortal, a whale, a dolphin, a famous movie star… “I’ve got it!” she said. “So soon?” “So soon, so obvious.” “Well then, oh clever one, what will it be?” “Complete.” *** “And,” he said, after a pause…

  • Not in New York

    I went on a meditation semi-retreat this weekend. (That is, we went and studied/meditated all day, and then went home in between.) Like all my experiences of retreat, it was a lot like getting sandblasted. Gently. At the end of the first day, I went home and I cried. I felt so lonely, and I…

  • Dancing into the Future

    I don’t know what comes next. I mean, I really have no idea what I’m going to do. There will be things that I’ve started (raising kids, building the greenhouse, making the beer) that need finishing. (And by “finishing,” I mean, “continued commitment over a period of days-to-months-to-years-to-TheRestOfMyLife without which all previous effort is wasted”) …

  • Don’t Link to Your Blog. Ever.

    (Anita: Don’t read this. It’ll just piss you off. This warning is only for Anita. And it’s only on account of you don’t want me to worry so much what other people think. I don’t think it is a generally pissing-off kind of post.) I have recently started hanging out a fair amount on Google+.…

  • New Year? Already?

    I hear there was some holiday in the last couple of weeks. We were up to our ears in kids lying around the house, board games, and trees covered in sparkling lights, so apparently I missed a flurry of posts. Ha ha, right. Seriously? I have gotten to the point that I resent the way…