This song is written to my better self, the one that shows up and takes things lightly and doesn’t catastrophize and generally acts like an adult.
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I started singing these two verses while walking a neighbor’s dog during the COVID-19 quarantine.
This stuff builds up, and then sometimes it just releases.
A hot day in Kaliyug, a walk in the green, and of course any walk during Kaliyug is a walk through fire.
The final act of the alpaca lips.
Big picture, lying in bed.
Those spiritual poets are such jokers!
A weird little side trip about the movie Poor Things.
