
Culture of Fear
I took the dog out to the garden late last night. She turned left to bark at something in the forest. I turned right to escape the canopy and look at the stars. Despite the accessibility of this treasure,

I took the dog out to the garden late last night. She turned left to bark at something in the forest. I turned right to escape the canopy and look at the stars. Despite the accessibility of this treasure,

Several of my favorite people describe themselves as lazy. I always argue this point with them. Because if it were true, they would not be my favorite people, all of whom are type A for ACTION. I was also projecting my terror.
I recently watched a fitness coach draw graphs on the whiteboard in an effort to convince his followers of the value of self-discipline. The lines on his graphs represented “instant gratification” and “healthy practices” like[…]
At the start of one of these tasks I no longer presume to imagine a timeline. I just start making regular visits and forays, initially 15-20 minutes long. [1] Go look at it. Then go have a cup of coffee and make some drawings. I was overwhelmed with despair, surely multi-valent. I was inconsolable, untouchable, reactive, helpless. I watched joy pass but could not reach to taste it.

With my main occupation on indefinite hold, I drift from place to place, wondering if any of them are enough. I don’t need money but I am hungry for work so I offer my unskilled[…]All Rights Reserved © Amory Starr 2009
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