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they come at me:

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they come at me: delicious word bombs that drop into my days drip sweet, messy explosions so that i say more than i should, lots that i shouldn’t, and, shell-shocked,…

Being together, Deep play

Change is not new to our bushveld town—but it does seem to be accelerating faster than that convertible that raced through town a few months ago and caused such consternation…

Being together, Deep play

Dating in a small town is not for sissies. Partnering up and partnering down can feel very public, and love triangles are so common that we may need to rewrite…

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Need a special bulb for your salt lamp, or a highly toxic sealant to save your bed pallets from wood borers? Head to a well-known building supply store with mixed…

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I have eaten the egg that was on the counter and which you were probably saving for lunch Forgive me it was delicious so fresh and so delicate …

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It’s been a decade-long dream to have a website + blog, and almost two years in the making. And here it is. This is where I'll share upcoming bushveld classes,…

Articles from Deep play

they come at me:

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It Just Wouldn’t Be Hoedspruit…

Being together, Deep play

The D Word

Being together, Deep play

And So Are the Days of Our Lives…

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This Is Just To Say

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Can it really be? Yes, Wild Yoga Africa is live!

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