Author: Rachel
Rachel Dangermond is an impresario and daughter of the revolution.
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The Truth Bomb
Recently, I was in a room where I was asked if I could accept multiple truths. Knowing what I now know after more than half a century of living, I said yes, it’s not easy, but I could sit with it. On Columbus Day this year, a friend posted on Facebook that Christopher Columbus was a Portuguese Jew and I sort of laughed, amused, because that is the equivalent of saying Shakespeare was a Jew…
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I Like Them Round, I Like Them Chunky
Yesterday, after music class, Tin and I went to Saks to get my Kiehl’s night cream and he fell sound asleep on the way and so we hung out in the parking lot so that I could let him have a disco nap. He needed it, I needed it. I thought Saks offers everything else, why not a kid valet, just so I can run in and grab my cream and get out without disturbing…
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The Annual Report
I went in to see my doctor for a physical because somebody who was in my house – perhaps the worker – stole my bottle of Atavan, which I use very occasionally to sleep when I get off rhythm. And since my rhythm is going to be interrupted when I go out of my time zone this summer, I figured I might as well go get my prescription refilled. Which brings me to all of…
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Children as a SPIRITual Practice
Children are our spiritual teachers Pushing your buttons is a spiritual practice, and children are our spiritual teachers. You don’t need an expensive spiritual retreat to become enlightened. Your little sage-teacher is right in front of you, offering you true wisdom free of charge! Children watch our every move when they’re little, studying our inconsistencies as they try to figure out this crazy world. And they will call you on it. When a child pushes…
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We’re in Dog Years Now
A friend of mine said that we have entered the dog years because of the remarkable way that time is evaporating at the moment it arrives, and all the past is blurred into events both giant and infinitesimal and this could be the reason I am looking out of eyes that haven’t aged inside looking out, it’s only outside looking in reflected in the eyes of others. The mind plays tricks on us at this…
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The Hunger Games
Does anyone find it ironic that an ex-heart throb I ran into at a restaurant told me my ex is in Venice [where he was supposed to take me for our 10th wedding anniversary since I got sick when we went there on our delayed honeymoon] having dinner with my ex-friend of 25 years who always thought him pretentious and who quit speaking to me because I told her her hair was frizzy one rainy…
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My Grandmother’s Garden
When I moved into my house the front yard was filled with bricks and dog shit and the backyard was a newly planted lawn. I stepped up my game on this one – using lots of passalong plants that came to me like manna from heaven and little by little the landscaping that I couldn’t figure out began to take shape. It is much like everything else – you just start and see where it…
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What type of writer are you?
If there was world enough and time, I would tell you a little bit of what I know, but these days, I just have to go with what is top of mind rather than any deep sense of knowing. My financial client left me but then boomeranged back when I was least expecting it, which caused my working world to go into overdrive – lickety split. Yesterday, I wrote four different reports on four different…
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What if I don’t want a cure?
Friends have been emailing and posting to my FB page the news that XELJANZ, an arthritis drug, cures alopecia. It made me think back to when I turned the corner on my baldness and accepted it and actually worried that my hair might grow back. Even now when I see photographs of me with hair and those without, I have a natural fondness for me without. I’d love to lose ten or more pounds, but…