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Over the past few years I’ve learned my dogs are the compass by which I navigate the uncertain territory of my own identity. The needle of this compass does not point outward to true north, but inward to true self. That needle led me across the continent, pointed me down the wedding aisle, lifted me to blissful heights, dragged me through hell, and showed me the way out. That needle is love. Not the love shared between people, or even the love shared between people and dogs. That needle is my dog’s unmitigated love for the present moment. And when I let that love guide me, there I find myself. Again.
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If you don’t mind, I’ll walk that line
Stuck on the bridge between us
Gray areas and expectations
But I’m not the one if we’re honest, yeah
But I wanna sleep next to you
And I wanna come home to you
I wanna hold hands with you
I wanna be close to you
My cover of Talk Me Down by Troye Sivan
DISCOVER CHALLENGE | SPEAK OUT! As Garry was switching channels, he paused briefly on the news. “Senators protested the president’s …” and then he clicked on through. No need to listen. Something awful was going on, but these days, something awful is always going on. It is less than two weeks since Number 45 took office. […]
They said my pants will catch fire
If I grow up to be a liar
And a hard lesson I will learn
When I lead my pants to burn
But that warning never deterred me
Instead I took it quite seriously
And I sinned and lied and called names
Just to see if my pants caught flames
So I lied and lied and lied again
Till I entered a liar’s den
All my pants caught was dust
But my soul did combust