Sacral philomath; semi-permanent vision quest
Thank you, Elon, for all the chaos in your Twitter acquisition; I deactivated my (X?) account a few weeks ago after not being on there since December-ish. I don’t care about anything else you’ve done but you finally got me off that site.
I’d also like to thank myself for not having that much interest in replacing it with another thing like it.
Less input from complete strangers gives me more space and less noise in my head to just be.
Years ago while in Latin America, I uploaded a few iPhone photos to Unsplash.
While I’ve kept up with one of Chichen Itza doing big numbers, I accidentally stumbled onto my photo of Tikal’s Temple of the Masks on Smithsonian Magazine’s website the other day.
Here’s to recognizing the changes and cycles in everything, to re-aligning with our differentiated authentic selves, and rediscovering my absolute lust for life.
Mi tío falleció inesperadamente anoche. Era duro, con un rasgo estoico/vaquero, difícil. También, amaba a su gente mucho; un buscador de conocimiento, en su manera, que lo llevó desde los campos de Oklahoma hasta el Río Jordán y de vuelta.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.
After four days of walking the Camino de Santiago, four days of enjoying being an awestruck pilgrim/tourist in Santiago de Compostela, and two days of traversing Galicia in train and van to get Alqo back from the residencia canina, I’m finally back home in cold foggy Monforte and jumping back into the swing of things at work.
The prado I take Alqo to is now a little greener and more fungal than when I left:
