Finding Hope in the Animate

A Daily Practice of Reconnection

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There is an eye staring at me from the window of the house across the street. Whenever I look up from my writing, I see it: a giant eye looking back at me. Knowing it’s the reflection of a tree branch distorted in a way that evinces the shape of an eyeball doesn’t make it any less potent: the house across the street is watching me. By extension, my own house…