Even as you read this, we are experiencing the constancy of present becoming past. Noticing the breath, the mere act of it arising immediately renders it into a prior moment. As some of you are aware, I’ve been undertaking a removal of what’s gone before - aka: decluttering - for many, many months. This has become a deeply-emotional drive to be rid of all that’s no longer serving me - items that still hold meaning to a certain extent, but not the
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