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Hello friends, Good. Bad. Earth. Sky. Poverty. Wealth. Night. Day. Old. Young. Up. Down. In. Out. Love. Fear. Contrast is part of how we learn the world and find our place in it. Contrast can bring beauty and harmony. Contrast also brings strife. When I’m writing, I reach for both contrast and flow. In fiction, especially, contrast is necessary. Without contrast, there is no conflict, and without conflict—which can be as simple as a problem that needs solving—there is no story. My books on spiritual practice are similar, with contrast driving curiosity. “If I make these changes, or think from a different angle, or practice something for six months… what will be different? What will change?” There is unity and flow in the cosmos, and simultaneously this separation that makes life interesting. Homogeneity is boring. Sameness can feel comforting for a while, but slowly dulls our senses and our ability to think sharply and in new ways. And sometimes, contrast versus homogeneity becomes the basis for a politics, a culture, and a way of life. Homogeneity becomes insistence on comfort which diminishes us all. In my own life, I look at the ways in which comfort is a balm and a boon, and ways in which it makes my life smaller, impeding empathy and imagination. We all want and need a certain amount of comfort, but when does that swaddling become a soft and cozy trap? And when does it become a danger to others? Because someone is always outside that comfort zone, and when it is decided that they disturb our comfort, well… we’ve seen what happens on a larger scale. So, today I ask us all: what is the balance of comfort and contrast in your life? What helps push you out of your comfort zone? And what welcomes you back home? Best wishes — Thorn
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Hello friends, It’s the first of August, which in parts of the Northern Hemisphere is considered a time of first harvest. This varies by region, of course, and has been affected by climate change as well, but I always pause at the beginning of August to ponder life, and wealth, and the fruits we share. I reflect on my personal harvest and make time to thank all those whose labor keeps us fed.* Our household garden is filled with squash and cucumbers planted by my partner, and radishes the...
Hello friends, Are you struggling? Are you happy? Anxious? Overwhelmed? Courageous? Frantic? Disengaged? Do you have enough food to eat? A safe place to sleep? Friends? Connections? Work? Books? Music? Hobbies? Do you have enough to share? It’s that last one I return to, whenever times feel hard. Do I have enough to share? The answer, thankfully, is always yes. Now, I don’t have everything to share. I don’t always have the time and energy random people may want from me. And I only have so...
Hello friends, While vending at Punk Rock Pride last month, something on the pebble dash sidewalk caught my attention. It was a safety pin. I smiled, because safety pins are a hallmark of old school punk. They were a way to keep clothing together even if you didn’t know how to sew. Safety pins were handy for attaching patches and badges to jackets. Best of all? They lacked the respectability of neatly mended clothes. Safety pins could also be seen to represent the fierce way community holds...