Ep 20 Eggs
What your eggshells say about you
Qigong Livestream Class Updates
Class is now on Mondays at 9am ET (prev 8.30am)
tomorrow: Dragon Rinse - Refresh, Invigorate, Clarify, Cool
Dec 15 @ 9am ET (30 min)
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Deepening the Practice & Membership Updates
It’s been such a rewarding experience settling into a consistent teaching rhythm, and I want to thank all of you who have supported the premium membership so far.
Your support has given me the confidence and bandwidth to commit to sharing Qigong, Taoist philosophy, and my own little life journey with you through writing, on an even deeper level.
If you’re enjoying the free Monday classes (please use them!) and want to maintain that spacious flow feeling throughout the week, the premium subscription provides a variety of class options to support your nervous system and cultivate your Qi until I see you the next Monday. In 2026 I’ve already planned extra workshops, meditations, and classes for premium members.
Important: Changes to Pricing
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New Price (Starting Jan 1st) $30/month TBD/annual
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Song I wrote for the Season : Cold Outside
Eggs
Every time I crack an egg I think about the kind of person I might be if I were the type to throw the shells away in the trash instead of returning them to the carton. Would I have higher self-esteem? Would it go hand-in-hand with a new ability to know what to eat for lunch everyday? Say goodbye to midday panic, to first course spooned peanut butter, second course apple?
I believe there are two types of people in this world and they can be sorted by their relationship to egg debris - the ones who take those 2 extra steps to the trash, and the ones who can’t be bothered. Whenever I find myself in someone else’s fridge, face to face with their egg carton, I’m taking note and I’m never surprised.
As I type this I’ve just remembered a third type. The one who collects the shells in a compost bin on the kitchen counter. These ones are rare and can be subcategorized by the state of their kitchen. If I’m generalizing, and I must, composters with a dirty chaotic kitchen are the kind of people who are insufferably self righteous and will always have something to say about the way other people are doing things wrong. This is because they lack self awareness. Tidy kitchen composters on the other hand give people something to aspire to. There’s a special quality to those who have the capacity for both maintaining order and contending with rot in the heart of the home.
These days my shell aspirations only reach as far as the kitchen trash can but my recent work in therapy may get me to aim higher. I told my therapist that my latest ambition is to have my clown collars carried in a store and she told me I needed to dream bigger. I’m applying this “dream big” approach across the board since then. Maybe one day my egg carton will only contain whole and perfect eggs, with a row of elegant empty spaces that elongate with every breakfast of days gone by.
