I was on Twitter the other day, as I am every day — journalists live on Twitter, it's where every news drops — and a Buddhist teacher I had never heard of, Joan Halifax, was retweeted into my timeline quoting Rebecca Solnit, of whom I certainly have:
“Rebecca Solnit points out we cannot know what will unfold from our actions now or in the future; yet we can trust that things will change; they always do. But our vows, our actions, how we live, what we care about, what we care for, and how we care really do matter all the same.”
— Joan Halifax (@Joan Halifax) 1667551230
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Don't you hate it when you accidentally bite the inside of your lip so it swells up a bit, and then every time you eat something you accidentally bite it again?
Fuck
Got one of those on the inside of my cheek, back in molarville