You > Ficus?

I know what you’re thinking: Advice, on a Friday? Who signed off on this?

No one signs off on anything. I built this whole thing out of dreams, chewing gum, and gunpowder. There was no oversight, like, at all. This thing is absolutely not up to code. Is that horrifying or exciting? You decide, and then you sit with that decision and think about what it means about you as a person. I’m not going to tell you that if you don’t accept me exactly as I am—flaws and all, erratic and late, etc. etc.— that you’re boring and lifeless, but maybe if you stew in your thoughts for long enough, that’s what it will start to smell like.

Anyway, this week you can thank your lucky stars that I am not a philosopher, so you won’t hear me weighing in on, like, where the soul is located in the body or if therefore you are if you think, or any of that bunk. This is plain old plant mechanics. An off we go:

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Dear Sofia,
I have thousands of thoughts in my head. And i can't seem to find peace. I want that stillness, calmness, doing nothings. Where to find it?

-Many Moons

No little problems this week. I’m letting class out a little bit early, because I’m a cool teacher. But if you feel like it, I’m curious to hear how you all find calm in your little lives out there. Maybe you’ll “sound off” in the “comments,” and we’ll get a little thing going. . .

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