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I have died enough that I just can’t ignore the mammal me anymore so happy to be alive and to be moving and swinging and sighing and flirting. https://t.co/0stM5G2xol

Mammal me feels big. Sensate pleasure feels big. Thoughts feel smaller than they used to. https://t.co/lVTEQKBuw0

Looking back at my texts . . . it strikes me the kind of things I used to worry about would have been huge things like my life and ambition and emotional well-being. Now what concerns me is how my shoulders are doing. Sensate pleasure is big, and thoughts feel small. https://t.co/CRo9Qr3x1f


Jumping, the right lighting, the gift @AbhayPrasanna gave me, just being. https://t.co/NfhYJZ9FDf

Discipline is good. Discipline = the ability to not need a particular mental state to get something done. But it isn’t discipline I had to learn. It was wanting. And from wanting—just being. https://t.co/jADZDMVsFE

When it doesn’t matter, the size and scale invented by our minds (“pain in lower back” is a small thing, “50k reads” is a big thing) becomes decentered. There is a restoration of the bigness of immediacy. Of the glass next to where SWIM is tweeting from. https://t.co/NZmAb28Ixd

So much of my progress was letting things be separate. My mammal body happiness is different from my mental "how is my life going" state. Just gotta both - dance it out to feel happy mammal me - tend to what needs to be done They’re just different. https://t.co/f0COPSwc74