Thank you for sharing these journals Rhyd. Love your title and it’s so true. We used to get the best tomatoes growing in the weeds surrounding the grey water drain of the house. I remember Dad had to empty out the septic one time and he spread it at the top of the paddock and dared me a dollar to run through it barefoot. I was tempted hahah
These are lovely journals and it sounds like a lovely trip. How wonderful to have met Gabor Mate! I was blown away by his most recent book, especially reading it as my daughter was still in her early infancy. Thank you for sharing.
Welp, I’m jealous af about all of that. Thank you for it.
You wrote in such a compelling way, I felt I was there too....And the cliffhanger now about anger!! Am all ears, ah well eyes, waiting for more.....
Thank you for sharing these journals Rhyd. Love your title and it’s so true. We used to get the best tomatoes growing in the weeds surrounding the grey water drain of the house. I remember Dad had to empty out the septic one time and he spread it at the top of the paddock and dared me a dollar to run through it barefoot. I was tempted hahah
I remember telling a friend once, that I didn’t think the god I talked to is the same god I’ve yelled at…
These are lovely journals and it sounds like a lovely trip. How wonderful to have met Gabor Mate! I was blown away by his most recent book, especially reading it as my daughter was still in her early infancy. Thank you for sharing.
I am grateful for your writing. So much always emerging in your words ...
You made me think about this piece by Bayo: https://www.bayoakomolafe.net/post/the-surprising-nobility-of-shit