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Apocalypse Now
I had always wondered what it would be like if the world came to a halt if some disaster struck. Of course, that is assuming no one is really hurt, but no one has to go to work either. This wandering is clearly a presenting issue of someone feeling stuck in the current obligations. I…
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My piece of reality is a moment of truth
Yesterday(February 12th, 2020), my daughter and I were quarantined by the local hospital. It is now the policy to check everyone who has a fever and who had been abroad within the last 2 weeks. We went in to check on up some potential bronchitis for my toddler, who had a low fever, but ended…
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Mourning the love that could have been
Amidst the crying of my daughter, I said goodbye to her and left for the night. My husband and I take turns to put my daughter to sleep. Tonight was his turn, so I have the chance to come out to do some work. My daughter was used to this role shift. But during the…
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How deep does my own attachment wounds go in the past, present and future?
I find myself questioning how much more I have healed from my attachment wounds and how much more holes are left to fill. I think cognitively we all know we have a long way to go in any learning space, but emotionally we all secretly like to think we are doing better than anybody else(or…
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Rebooted memories, reactivated angst
This is a pair of boots I had purchased with my flatmate when I lived in Beijing. During one of my sporadic cleaning efforts, I saw the mold that was growing on them. The humidity in the closet was getting to them. I took them out to clean. A rush of memory came along…
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Everything is good, yet something feels off
I thought I had a great trip. I had time to myself. I did all my school work. I met with all my contacts and felt each was a valuable resource for my practice. I had delicious food. And I enjoyed my own space while still made time to meet with a good friend. I…
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William Smith
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