doctor tea

The moment the woman who savored birdsong was wheeled into the classroom she asked me if we were going to be listening to birds again. It had been three weeks since we’d listened to my mockingbird and bluejay recordings, and the experience had clearly stuck with her, because from that point forward every time I saw her she greeted me with a plea for more birdsong. Last Thursday was no exception.

it was not the hunting

project houndstooth, day 2

photo: richard ramirez

the woman who swayed to music

Last year I treated a woman who was in a minimally conscious state. This is what it's called when a brain has been so severely injured that it's hard to get more than primitive reflex responses from that person, and that person is able to perform only very basic behaviors, like reaching for an object that's wiggled in front of the face.

tingle in g major

This is going to serve as a congratulatory sound on the habit tracker feature of my Peaceful Habits app.

little paint rollers

1973

photo: jackie theriot

I've been going through my parents' photo albums, peeling off old photographs.