this morning #750.

this morning, one by one, i welcomed a procession of pissed-off strangers into my personal space for one-on-one engagement. i’d remodeled a room on the back of the house. placed plants & injected scents, adapting it into a serene solarium where we could meet once a week and, for a modest fee, practice ways to wake up to their anger. it was part therapy & part improv, a method i’d cobbled together after failing at both. out here in the exurbs, they ate it up. there was quite an appetite for alternative ways of dealing with the pain & the mundane. my success rate wasn’t all that great & i wasn’t all that licensed but deep down i knew i was doing something to improve my community.