Like everyone, I like to do the things I enjoy most on my birthday. And for me, that has often been a combination of writing/reflection, solitude, hiking, and sharing with community. Today, I will be spending at least part of the day walking around my graduate school campus, making a spiritual goodbye to the place… Continue reading The meaning of life at twenty-nine years
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Health
I am eight years old, and I am home sick with strep. Actually, I could equally be seven years old, or six. As a child, I was chronically sick with strep throat, in response to which I took antibiotics. My parents used to wonder aloud whether this over-use of antibiotics would lead to my being… Continue reading Health
Obituary to my childhood self
You are responsible for some of my earliest memories. Not earliest, I suppose—we didn’t meet until I was seven years old. Still, the memories feel primordial: they feel like they coincide with the genesis of my being. Playing in New Mexico, I remember vast expanses of hills and trees, valleys into which we would look… Continue reading Obituary to my childhood self
The authentic self and the illusion of the academy
While living in Colorado Springs between 2015 and -16, I wrote a novel on power, alienation, and education. I never gave it a title, but the work describes a high-powered Academy where children are taken away from their families, then trained in a series of exercises that culminate in the ability to “Produce,” meaning manifest… Continue reading The authentic self and the illusion of the academy
Awakening from the Matrix: on the purpose of “agents”
Recently I’ve been feeling like I’ve been awakening from the Matrix. What I mean by this is I’ve been coming into my power: trusting my intuition, unleashing my creativity, knowing that I don’t need to wait for anyone’s approval. This is a form of initiation. As this has happened, it’s been illuminating to see the… Continue reading Awakening from the Matrix: on the purpose of “agents”
Jackson Holzberg Buckley 