Sweet humans, How have you been? What’s happening in your day-to-day life? Anything good and difficult? These letters I write to you is slowly becoming a form of documentation of my life. Something I did not plan. Something that pushes me towards the edge of honesty. My head still burns. Darkness and heaviness of my… Read More »
Hi there, I am writing to you from my friend’s dining table. The sun is torching in Texas. It is hot and humid. My friend doesn’t like AC, so I am also writing to you in my own sweat – quite miserable and happy. There will always be writing to return to. How have you… Read More »
Hi there, Are you up working, thinking, or are you reading? Are you by yourself? Who/what is next to you? I am up writing. Next to me is my pen, my depression, my journal and my phone. I feel steady enough to write to you today. That makes today a great day. I also climbed… Read More »
Hi there, Are you looking for wisdom from people who seem to have the life you want? What does that life look like? Are you married with kids? What are you doing? Perhaps like me, you have an existential crisis every quarter. Perhaps like me, you are a seeker. Perhaps like me, you are trying… Read More »
On Monday, my internet connection was disrupted. I jumped – in typical rodent manner, I ran in circles trying to get nowhere. I phoned the internet service provider and was connected with a technician that suggested unplugging my modem and replugging it. A technique I have tried. I asked my coworkers to test out whether… Read More »
Hi there, Still alive and kicking? Caring for your body? Today, I am grateful that I woke up before my alarm clock. Alarm clock is invasive. Waking up before my alarm clock evokes a sense of victory: I am one step ahead the invasive noise. You Guardian for Silence and Peace report to duty! Fellow… Read More »
Hi friends, I am sharing three short pieces with you today. May you find something in them to aid your journey forward. Love, Xiaoyu I. Now By Xiaoyu Zheng I long to live and I long to die. The primal urge to escape what’s right in front me drives me mad. Mad- moving through minutes… Read More »
