The Experiment:
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Montana Musings A-Z
N: when Nurture compels
A hungry bird. A limping stray. An orphaned pack. Each one guides me toward sweet devastation. This wild compulsion mobilizes my entire being, drains my body with worry, floods my...
N: when Nurture compels
A hungry bird. A limping stray. An orphaned pack. Each one guides me toward sweet devastation. This wild compulsion mobilizes my entire being, drains my body with worry, floods my...
M: Moved by Mourning
I found myself rage-filled, howling "What am I supposed to do with all of this love?"
M: Moved by Mourning
I found myself rage-filled, howling "What am I supposed to do with all of this love?"
L: Late because of Life
Realizing I was running out of time, I thought about how I'll write it in the morning and just apologize for it being late. Apologize to who, Jenn? Your arbitrary standard?
L: Late because of Life
Realizing I was running out of time, I thought about how I'll write it in the morning and just apologize for it being late. Apologize to who, Jenn? Your arbitrary standard?
K: the nature of Karma, and the Karma of nature
Nature's truth is wilder, rawer, more honest than our human notions of justice. She operates in perfect chaos – birth tangled with death, creation wrapped in destruction, beauty emerging from devastation. The...
K: the nature of Karma, and the Karma of nature
Nature's truth is wilder, rawer, more honest than our human notions of justice. She operates in perfect chaos – birth tangled with death, creation wrapped in destruction, beauty emerging from devastation. The...
J: higher than JUSTIFIED
But what if justified isn't the final destination? What if, like that eagle disappearing into blue, there's something beyond our first valid perceptions? Not to dismiss them - they're real, they...
J: higher than JUSTIFIED
But what if justified isn't the final destination? What if, like that eagle disappearing into blue, there's something beyond our first valid perceptions? Not to dismiss them - they're real, they...
I: the Insidious architecture of fear
I miss my boundless self. I miss the woman who saw limitations as puzzles to solve rather than walls to accept. She's still here, underneath all these layers of "what if"...
I: the Insidious architecture of fear
I miss my boundless self. I miss the woman who saw limitations as puzzles to solve rather than walls to accept. She's still here, underneath all these layers of "what if"...