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This was the basis of a “daily meditation” with an app I use. I do strive to meditate every day, as I feel it’s good for my brain. My brain is always going a million miles a minute, and I’m always thinking about different things, paths of thought and pondering, so meditation forces me to stop—just stop the rumination—something that feels like ice skating up Mt Everest sometimes. But rumination, or the propensity to ruminate, has been found to be a signifier of depression, or perhaps a symptom of depressive people—and so it’s something that I try to keep a handle on.* Rumination is, at its most basic, “chewing over a problem” but never actually dealing with it, or finding a solution. Depression is good at this one; all you can see is the problem, but you can’t actually problem-solve your way through whatever triggered that ruminating. So, my meditation today. Authenticity with compassion and restraint… can you be authentically yourself and still be compassionate, still show ...

I'm working on a ghost story to share in the next week, but as I'm letting the story tell itself to me, I keep rounding back on one word, over and over, "Fragile." What, exactly is fragile? It means something delicate, something that will break if we aren't gentle with it, something small, or fine in nature, like a tea cup or a flower. We also use the word to talk about people, children are fragile, dreams are fragile, kittens are fragile, health can be fragile. The way I see it, many time I am fragile. Oh, I'll never tell you when I'm feeling especially breakable. You'll never see it in my attitude, physical actions or voice. You'll never know if you don't really know me. Even then you have to know what to look for, what to see and be able to notice what isn't there. Fragility is a scary attribute to have. I think it's more terrifying to admit it. I believe that everyone alive has something fragile about them; we just don't...