#i am too full of whimsy and endless wonder

[cloysterbell]

The Warehouse 13 series finale got me crying out here folks.......... what an honestly spectacular way to end the show, I'm real verklempt about it and I'm gonna be thinking about this one for a long time :')

[animebw]

Short Reflection: Ponyo

You know, normally when a movie has some sort of warning attached to it, it’s for adult and disturbing content. Copious sex and violence, potentially triggering scenes or themes, that sort of thing. But as of finishing Ponyo, I would like to propose an additional category of content warning: potentially dangerous levels of joy. There needs to be a warning label on films with this much pure positive energy. Any fool or simpleton could walk into this movie unaware of what was in store for them and end up with their cheeks plastered on either side of the wall after they were blown off from the sonic pressure of too much goddamn smiling. Thankfully, I am a trained professional, so my cheeks staid right they were supposed to be, but the strain of holding in so much unfiltered glee was even a challenge for a tried and true veteran of feel-good storytelling such as myself. This is not an exercise to be attempted without professional supervision, and failure to follow safety protocols could result in giggling, dizziness, and a persistent sense of wonder and whimsy that will take more than a few Febreezes to clear out. Consider yourselves warned.

Okay, in case you couldn’t tell from that opening spiel, I loved this movie. I adored this movie. I got drunk on this movie. You would never believe that two hours on a crowded plane flight could go by so fast. Good god, that was euphoric. Ponyo is a blast of explosive, unstoppable giddiness that rushes over you with the clamoring, chaotic excitability of the rollicking ocean that serves as its setpiece. It’s a tsumani of childlike wonder that throws caution to the wind and runs full-tilt ahead with the sea breeze spraying foam in its face, laughing like a sugar rush all the way and pulling you along with grubby, roly-poly hands. It is sheer, concentrated joy, unfiltered and unrestrained, bursting with endless life and cacophonous glee, almost smothering in its radiance at times. There was a point about halfway through this movie where I literally had to start massaging my cheeks mid-scene, because I had been grinning so goddamn hard that my jaw was actually hurting like hell. And there was still an entire second half left that was just as insatiable. It’s entirely too much of a good thing, and I’m so fucking happy for every single second of it.

The plot, for what it’s worth, is one of Studio Ghibli’s most bizarre storylines yet, and that’s saying a hell of a lot. Set in a seaside, mountainous village, our protagonist Sosuke is a five-year-old boy with the world in his hands and the wind at his heels. And whimsy comes calling for him in the form of Ponyo, who at first appears to be an odd goldfish with a human face, but is quickly revealed to be the daughter of an aquatic mage (voiced by Liam Neeson, of all things) who keeps the natural world in balance from his undersea palace. He means well, but he’s also overprotective and inflexible, and he’s determined to keep his daughter under the sea lest she upset the balance and cause the end of the world. But because Ponyo is about as emotionally reasonable as any five-year-old, she pulls away from him in favor of continuing life on land and her instantly wonderful friendship/romance with Sosuke. And the end result of that childish rebelliousness does, in fact, end up throwing the world out of balance, but it doesn’t matter, because as long as she and Sosuke get to be together, they can whether any storm that blows their way.

In fact, that’s the driving ethos of the entire film; throwing caution to the wind and just doing what makes you happy. Ponyo and Sosuke’s relationship is the kind of simple, uncomplicated love that you only really get to experience when you’re as young and uncomplicated as they are. They don’t need any justifications or rationalizations for their bond; they just make each other extremely fucking happy, and that’s all that matters. Their desire to be together literally ends up causing a Biblical-level apocalypse, but it’s a joyful, buoyant apocalypse, showcasing a world that doesn’t fall apart at all but only changes and evolves to become even more wonderful than it once was. Liam Neeson is the stuffy adult in the room prattling on about the importance of keeping the balance and how Ponyo should “respect her father”, while Ponyo and Sosuke are the kids without a care in the world just doing what makes them happy, because fuck it, it makes them happy, and that means it’s worth doing.

And as strange as it sounds to say in the face of that choice coming very close to ending the world, it results in the single most exuberant, radiant, explosively positive fictional experience I’ve ever come across, even possibly topping Chuunibyou in terms of feel-good comfort food. Miyazaki has always been a master of showcasing childlike mindsets in his films, writing stories that feel like they come from the perspective of children, but Ponyo is perhaps the most distilled essence of that idea ever, even more so than My Neighbor Totoro. It’s a story that runs on the simple, childlike id of pursuing what makes you feel good and letting everything else fall by the wayside. Nothing gets in the way of good times, not overbearing parents, not difficult tests, and sure as hell not the end of the world. It’s just moment after moment, scene after scene of sheer, unbridled happiness, spilling out in chaotic spirals just as riveting and unflappably confident as a five-year-old’s imagination. It’s a cavalcade of utterly adorable sequences and setpieces, taking whatever situation the characters find themselves in and spinning them into empathic gold. And when things really get going with the end of the world stuff, the resulting typhoon of whimsy is so stunning and vibrant that it might just knock your fillings loose if you aren’t paying attention.

And it’s so. Fucking. Delightful. It’s the kind of film that leaves your jaw agape almost constantly, in awe of the feelings it’s able to so consistently inspire in you. I can’t remember the last time I felt this overwhelmed by happiness, this consistently giddy at every single moment of this masterpiece. Ponyo and Sosuke’s chemistry is instantly magical, and every single second they spend goofing off together made my cheeks grow wider and wider until, well, like I said in the opening paragraph, thank your lucky stars I still have a jaw intact at this point. You almost feel like this is their story, one they’re telling together and making up as it goes along, seeing what daredevil insanity they can whip up next. What new ways can they find to make each other laugh? What new ways can they find to make each other smile? And the side characters are just as winning; the old ladies at a retirement home who play an unexpected role in the climax, Ponyo’s fish sisters who provide aid to her along the way with perfect unity, hell, even Liam Neeson as the nominal villain is an effortlessly lovable dope who just wants to be a good dad, even if he has no idea how. And on the subject of parents, Sosuke’s mom is utterly fucking amazing and I want to marry her immediately. Seriously, every single moment this badass, loving, take-no-shit reckless driver of the century is on screen throws me right back to when I was a kid and saw my parents as these unstoppably radiant forces who could do anything and nothing would stand in their way, not even the oncoming Biblical floods. I don’t even have a favorite anime mom list yet, but she has already handily topped the competition.

And the animation. Sweet buttery fucksticks, the animation. This isn’t just at the same godly tier we’ve come to expect from Ghibli films, this breaks the dimensional barrier of what animation is even capable of. Every second is moving, every motion is completely fluid, every frame has a million different active pieces that bring this world to stunning, enchanted life. The color palette of cheery pastels and poppy vivids somehow captures childhood with more alacrity than any single other aspect of anything I’ve ever seen. And when the sea magic starts taking over, the resulting spectacle of rising tides and rushing fishes and a world turned upside down took my goddamn breath away with shock. None of this should be possible. There’s no way this was all storyboarded, colored, inked, and finished by human hands. There’s no way this level of constant fluidity, expressivity, and volume could exist in a rational world. But this isn’t a rational world, after all; this is Ponyo, and the animation is just as unchained, exhubarent, ebullient, majestic, colossal, and endlessly triumphant as the characters and story it brings to life.

That, in the end, is the true beauty of Ponyo. It’s a film of pure, radical joy, refusing to let a single scrap of darkness or decay in. It is light personified, and that light is so blisteringly bright that it’s all but impossible to handle. It is a full-throated defense of the importance of being happy and the power of positive energy, and it proves that message by leaving me so goddamn happy that I feel I could burst from it all. Ponyo is nothing short of a masterpiece, one of Studio Ghibli’s best films and one of my new all-time favorite anime experiences ever. And I award it a score of:

10/10

Good god, this was phenomenal. Happy Miyazaki Not-Actually-Monday, everyone! And while I don’t know whether or not I’ll get to another film over the course of this flight, the next Ghibli film I’ll get to steps back from this film’s epic grandeur and goes very, very small. See you then!

[badsithnocookie]

fragmentation au where eirn and quinn are not a Thing

or: i should really give more time to her other relationships in that fic, huh

--

on Belsavis, she still suffers.

he turns on her, though, far more fully than he did - has long turned on her, in truth. she is sith in name and blood but not in deed; she cares, protecting imperials, yes, but- she cares, sparing republic and jedi, too. she hates the war she is being forced to wage, and does everything she can to avoid and subvert it. she does not act explicitly against the empire - she refused organa's deal on alderaan, and attempted to bargain with monk over quesh - but she does not follow its orders, either. does not march to the beat of its drum. she is a weakness, and like all weakness, must be removed.

on voss, she recieves unhelpful prophecy, and her mind goes straight to the one place she always knew it should have gone. she's long known of his treachery, thanks to vette, but she isn't certain that this isn't one more unhelpful statement of the obvious. thanks for nothing. i already knew.

in that tin can, over hoth, she looks at him - battered and defeated in draagh's wake as he is - and she wonders if he will ever learn. it seems unlikely, though; he stopped listening to her a long time ago. then again, she stopped attempting to reach out, as well.

and in that trap, that almost-perfect cage over corellia, a part of her - a large and almost overpowering part - would like nothing more than to give him what he's always wanted. her head, in exchange for the peace of the grave - free from the nightmares that have been slowly eating her alive, free from the suffocating slow death of the spirit that comes from living among the sith.

what stops her is that she cares; not about him, particularly, but those who would be left unprotected in turn, should she give in. jaesa, who for all her resolve is still a lone jedi; vette, who eirn knows full well that he would relish any chance to bring to heel. (her family, or what's left of it; officially she may be dead, but eirn hates the Force too much to suspect it hasn't whispered her secrets to her mother anyway)

he lives, because-

she cares, too much. she has so much to prove; too much. she desires to be better than sith who kill on whimsy; if her traitor is to die, she would rather it be a considered death.

i am better than baras could ever be, she hisses, even as she desperately attempts not to (sob. vomit.) you will see this before the end, captain quinn.

he takes it as the threat it is, and falls in line; at least, for a little while.

she takes him with her to face baras, for an endless number of reasons. a show for both of them; to baras, that (he failed to harm her, failed to kill her, failed to break her). to quinn, that (he does not scare her, he has no power, he will never best her).

he is dismissed from her service shortly after; he is not sorry to go, she is not sorry to see him go. the dismissal leaves a black mark on his record, but she has no desire to hold him down. he is on his own, from here, for better or for worse. (if nothing else, she thinks of broysc - for so many reasons, but always with more than a little strangling terror)

pierce follows soon after - released back to special operations, off to fight a war he's far more enthused about than she is. there are no bad feelings, here, on either side. (she follows his escapades, half interestedly, until the security clearance she is granted as wrath is no longer enough to track him, at which point he falls off her radar entirely)

it falls to vette and jaesa to help her; is forced, vette angrily confronting her after some minor incident proves one minor incident too many and eirn, barely able to think straight, never mind to sleep, collapses in on herself. it comes out in fits and starts - to her best friends, her sisters - and when all is said and done, vette is angry with them both for keeping such things from her and simultaneously far more understanding than eirn feels she has any right to.

there are things they cannot do for her; there is no medication, no warmth in her bed, no gentle kisses or reassuring words after waking from nightmares in the middle of the night.

but they love her, as sisters do, and it grounds her even as she mourns her other little sister - the one she grew up resenting, the one she grew up protecting, the one she never got a chance to give a real goodbye to.

(she speaks, at their persuasion, to her physician on kaas; another woman, another sith, and eirn wonders what it says about her world that so many of the men in it attempt to first ruin and then destroy her, while so many of the women in it are the only ones who care to help her heal. she does not tell the whole story, but enough to get at least a little aid; still stares at her reflection in the mirror each night, wondering if this makes every accusation she is not sith just a little more correct, and still has no answers for it other than to close her eyes and weep)

when acina approaches her about the job - when she accepts, reluctantly, not certain anything about this bodes particularly well - she still wonders if anything about this is a good idea, if anything about this is coincidence, if anything about this is proof that the Force is a sadistic piece of shit. tagriss is no better, and indeed far worse, for her tiny band of followers - at least, until broonmark, in the depths of that frigid temple on ilum, impales the man on one of his own corrupted crystals.

the jedi battlemaster still bests her. the jedi battlemaster still brings her far too close to death.

when she wakes on kaas, though, in that hospital side ward - vette snoring loudly on a temporary cot, jaesa half lost in meditation and half so attuned to the Force that she knows her friend-master-sister is awake even before eirn knows it herself - it's to the knowledge that her found-sisters are just as much her family as if their binds were those of blood. perhaps, at that, it's long past the hour that she reunited with her family; perhaps, at that, it is long past the hour that she introduce them all. it's a prospect that the more she thinks on it the more she's certain will only be exasperating, but what is family for, if not that?

[1000wordsbetweenbrothers]

Nostalgic ultra.

The lofi blast into the past tense of sublime times.

In this piece the artist explores the frailty of the capitalist christmas while delivering on the promise of a deeper warmth in the traditional narrative. Through the use of alluringly deep blacks in his capturing of the recently restored antique santa, the artist invites the viewer to get lost in the whimsy of a memory. The warm blanketing red tones convey a sense of safety and pensive wonder. Inspiring forth the fullness of a happy memory. Thoughts of the holidays as a child. The magic they had in store. The piece inspiring hope that the magic can return once more.

Anyway, If we hang this up in a gallery and I wanted to sound snooty about it, I think that might be the write up. Silly slips of the tongue are my favorite things to write. I am an endless trove of Dave Matthews Band-esque lyrics. Hardly full of substance but fuck they sound fun to say. Skippidity doob doob bittipy bop. That’s about the quality of writing I bring to the table. Whatever, we are just here to have a good time. Plus, I think I might be a little hard on myself. I really do be doing some pretty cool shit. Plus, what is cool anyway? That stuff is like super subjective right? What’s cool to you might not be cool to me, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t cool. We also know that there is no longer a grand arbitrator of “cool” anymore anyway. The field is just over saturated with so called experts after Mr. T retired. So, on some real “I think therefore I am” shit, I say this is cool.

Now that derailment is out of the way.

I picked this picture to write a letter to you about because, Christmas. I’m actually really excited this year. I really am enjoying how my life is coming together. I know it’s a cheap move to try and pull deeper life meaning and substance out of a shallow holiday. But, whatever it’s my life and I will extrapolate upon things how I see fit.

This year I got up on the roof and hung 800 lights with my fiance's dad. We went out as a family and picked out a real tree. We got a douglas fir and strapped it to the roof of the subaru and brought it home. We went to Target as a family and picked out the ornaments. We are doing the american family christmas. Man, Let me tell you. It is some heartwarming stuff. As a long time cynic and grinch of holiday proceedings it is a warm feeling to be on the other side.

I love this photo. Because for me, it’s the perfect juxtaposition of “classic christmas” and the period we exist in today. The restored Santa display punctuated with the hashtag of its marketing campaign. I too often forget though, that the christmas season thirty years ago was just as much a marketing campaign then as it is today. The fog of childhood entwined with nostalgia often leads me to forget the realities of the past. Christmas was as Christmas is; whatever we decide to make of it.

This year, I am making the most of it. Relishing in the warmth of family. Leaning into the stoic feeling of tradition. Slipping into the wonder of the season. Creating the magic and breathing it in. There’s something restoring about stringing up lights with your dad. Shooting the shit and handling a project. Sometimes even just holding the light feels good.

This year is my first ever real tree too. I’ve always had fake ones. Growing up my dad had this huge fake tree. But, he always assured us it was top of the line. He would assemble that tree branch by branch every year. Lighting it up piece by piece. He would be assembling all morning and then my mother would bring up boxes from the crawlspace of ornaments all neatly wrapped in newspaper. Getting the real tree was so much fun. Throwing it on the roof and heading off while blasting “All I want for Christmas” by Mariah. The smell of the tree wafting into the car as we drove through downtown on our way home. If I had known how good having a real tree smelled, I would have never done anything different. We got the tree all set up and then the next day we all woke up early and went to Target to pick out the star and the ornaments together. IT was a really nice time. Just being together and laughing in the store.

I think that’s just the common theme. Being together.

It’s so crazy. And I hate how so far all of these letters have devolved into me rambling about my own life and how it relates to my past. But whatever, I just think it’s so insane how wonderful and fulfilling family can be. I never approached the holidays like this. Never from a perspective of just “this will be nice.” Growing up with the situation as it was made holidays stressful. Growing to resent the idea of them. Now, after EMDR and dealing with the trauma and PTSD and shit. It’s this whole new lease on life. New idea on substance and peace. An enlightened life warmed with family. Being able to take part in the holidays and not be a grumpy grinch about everything. It’s been all the difference to be able to see outside myself. Experience the warmth of others. The joy in seeing others wishes granted. It’s akin to someone telling a depressed person to just be happy though I guess. You couldn’t of ever explained this to me without it seeming like a cruel joke. You just have to be able to experience it. In the immortal word of Pusha T. “If you know, You know.”

-HMA

[howellrichard]

How to Do Less and Live More

Hiya Gorgeous!

Do you ever wonder how you’re gonna get it all done? Or how you’ll make room for yourself when there don’t seem to be enough hours in the day? I hear ya! While we can handle overbooked periods from time to time, being on a constant treadmill of commitments takes a toll on our health, happiness, creativity and meaningful pursuits. Maybe, just maybe, we’re all a little busier than we actually need to be.

Are we creating extra work and obligations when doing less might equal more benefits? Is getting things done the way we prove our worth? Do we stay busy to stay away from feelings we don’t want to feel? Or do we bite off more than we can chew for fear of letting others down or anxiety over speaking up? The truth is, there are many real and imaginary reasons why we put the pedal to the metal, but nothing will change if we don’t change our approach to busy living.

Ever wish you could slow down and enjoy your life more? @Kris_Carr #tips

Today I want to share two experiences that made me re-think my cray cray schedule. Then I’ll give you some tips to help you make more time for your beautiful self!

I finally took time off…and no one needed me.

What?! For years, I dreamt of taking a vacation with my husband, but something always blocked our plans: doctor visits, speaking engagements, manuscript deadlines, product launches, renovations and one emergency after another. Finally, even though the week landed in the middle of a busy time for my company, we booked the tickets.

Of course I was nervous about what would happen in my absence. But did the world explode? Nope! My team actually thrived without me. They made deeper bonds with each other, had time to check off old to-do’s and successfully wrapped up a big project. By the end of the week, they were proud of their work and couldn’t wait to share their shine with me. And while I felt proud too, I also felt a little off balance learning that my indispensability was part fantasy.

But I also learned to trust them more. Who doesn’t thrive when they’re trusted? And while taking time off is obviously important for my health, it’s also essential for the health of my company. I’m a more creative and clear-headed leader when I’ve had time to noodle, doodle and canoodle.

So maybe this scenario is true for you, too. Is your participation always essential? Can your colleagues run that meeting without you, can your kid make that peanut butter and jelly sandwich on her own, can you ask for help and delegate more at home and the office? There will always be ten more emails to read and endless demands on our time. But don’t be afraid to power down. I promise it will help you power up when and where it matters most.

Doing less can actually lead to more abundance.

Here’s another example that surprised me. Doing less made us earn more this year. Instead of focusing on lots of little business opportunities, we cut back and focused on our amazing wellness program, Crazy Sexy You.

At first I was worried. Would pulling back hurt us financially? We’ve expanded our team significantly over the last two years and sometimes our monthly overhead gives me night sweats. Well, as you can probably imagine, saying “no” to lots of little (and even a few big) opportunities made room for us to put our total focus on our launch, our program and our beloved students. We went deep and the results were outstanding, both from our student’s experience & success rate and our revenue. A two-fer!

I don’t know about you, but there’s so much I want to do with my big, beautiful life. I want to spend more time traveling, hanging with my friends and family, drifting in a canoe and dangling my feet off a dock. I want to be doing things I’ve dreamt of and stuff I haven’t even thought of yet. But endless “doing” doesn’t allow for the fulfillment of being. And isn’t that what you and I are here for? We’re here to live like we mean it and to drink in this delicious, sweet life before our next adventure. So let’s do that!

Here are a few tips to help you make space for what truly matters.

Tips for Doing Less and Living More

Let go of the guilt (and learn to disappoint people)

When you bite off more than you can chew, you’re going to disappoint people. Guess what? Not your problem! Here’s an idea: Make peace with guilt. Guilt is often a self-induced illusion, anyway. Many languages don’t even have a word for guilt. Sure, we all feel it. But that doesn’t mean we have to believe it! Acknowledge your feelings and let them go. Life is too short for guilt.

Keep emails, meetings and communications short

Just because someone sends you a long, chatty email doesn’t mean you need to respond in the same lengthy fashion. If I let it, my inbox can be a full-time job––but it doesn’t have to be. With so many technologies in our lives, the etiquette is ever-changing. Establishing a clean and brisk style of communicating may cause unease at first, but people will get on board and even be grateful. The same holds true for meetings. While we can still be friendly and build relationships, we don’t need to waste too many hours circling the wagons to nowhere. Connect smart. A restorative yoga class is waiting.

Delete, delete, delete

OK, I’ll admit it, sometimes I simply delete emails. Yup, I don’t answer them. But I do use an away message to let folks know that I’m focused on a project, so they may not hear back from me for a period of time. And if it’s really important they should either email my assistant or send their request through again after a certain date. Look, here’s the deal. We all have our own to-do lists, we don’t need other people’s “you-do” list on top of our already packed schedules. Folks will figure it out, they always do. Now, clearly this doesn’t work in every situation. So please use common sense––you can’t delete messages from your aging granny or boss, but the low hanging fruit doesn’t always need to be picked, especially when it comes in mass email form.

Let them judge

You can’t please everyone. When you’re too focused on living up to other people’s standards, you aren’t spending enough time raising your own. Sure, some people may whisper, complain and judge (and they ain’t your kinda people if they do). But for the most part, it’s all in your head. People care less about your actions than you think. Why? Because they have their own problems. However, when you do get the stink eye, try not to let it rattle you. It may just be because they’re jealous of the gutsy risks you take. Perhaps they’d also love to take action, but they’re too scared to make a move. Not your problem or your karma to figure out, just sayin’.

Do a social media cleanse

I love checking Facebook and following my friends and the people I admire on Instagram. But sometimes I spend more time in their lives than I do my own! When that happens, I feel off center or like I’m missing out. Why can’t I make a cake like that? How come I didn’t get invited to that party? How the hell does her hair always look so good? And so on. The truth is, my life and your life are awesome (flaws and all). So if you find yourself living through other people’s profiles, it’s probably time to step away from your device. You don’t have to delete your account or swear off the sauce. You may just need a break. Or you might want to tidy up your feed. That’s right, do an unfollowing purge. Energy matters and if your social feed is filled with energy that brings you down, raise your vibration by using the lovely “unfollow” button!

You don’t need to fix people

Oh my word, sometimes I offer to fix people who don’t ask to be fixed! It’s a product of what I do for a living, but that doesn’t mean it’s always welcomed or required. “You’re off duty Kris, chill the “F” out.” Part of healing or being successful is self-reliance. Nobody handed me the keys to the Queendom, I had to blaze my own trail. And while I love helping people, it’s not my job to save everyone, especially when folks have their own plans and agendas. The same holds true for wonderful you. Take all that energy and pour it back towards yourself, darling. You deserve your own time and attention.

Trust yourself (and others)

Trust is a core currency of any relationship. Sometimes our need to control and micromanage everything erodes our confidence in ourselves and others. People are much more capable than we think. A hearty dose of trust is often what’s needed to unlock the magic. Have faith.

Pace yourself

I love creative benders. I become a laser-focused and I thrive during those periods. But those jags aren’t sustainable. We need time to recover after big projects, both at home and at work. Plus, consistent back to back benders generally lead to burnout. When you have to go deep, (hello home renovation, I’m talking to you!) go for it. Just make sure you give yourself breathers to recover.

Choose your priorities wisely—don’t try to “have it all”

You can still be ambitious, run your own business, heal your body and be a nurturing and committed lover, parent and friend—maybe just not all at once. We have to make choices and sacrifices. Plus, here’s an important question I like to ask myself. Do you really want it all? I mean, all takes work and maintenance! All creates less time for wonder, whimsy and unexpected magic. We weren’t put on this planet to grind like ever-cranking engines that only stop when they seize. Figure out what your “all” is and then make space for miracles.

You are worthy just sitting still

Say what? This is a big one! I’m still learning how to be more present. When I am, I hear my body’s subtle messages before they get too loud. In music and theater, the beauty comes not only from the notes and the words, but from the spaces between them. I like to call it the sacred pause, it’s that expansive place where you can tap into your higher power, your intuition and healing. Doing nothing is sometimes the best investment in your life. There’s nothing you need to do or prove to anyone. You’re worthy just as you are.

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Your turn: What are your tips for doing less and living or being more? Please let me know in the comments below—I love your suggestions! We can all help each other find more nourishing breathing room.

Peace & roomier days,

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