HeyJaredVictress Hitchcock
I am a writer, filmmaker, mother, grandmother and meditator. My memoir A Tree With My Name On It: Finding a Way Home is being published by Bold Story Press to be released in October, 2024.
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SCAMMED (opens the original)
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Last week I was the victim of an elaborate scam. I’m not fond of the word victim but there is no other word to fully describe my role in the drama that played out for 5 hours. I was inhabiting a brilliant world where I was fully present–– I had no past no future no judgment no opinion, not even a concept to hang onto. It was a world clear and vivid. The red lipstick of a clerk in Home Depot, the vivid blue of the sky as I traveled between Davis and West Sacramento ––everything was awake, everyth
Another Concept Bites the Dust (opens the original)
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Writing My Way Home (opens the original)
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Yesterday I woke up to the insane and exhilarating idea that this move to Rancho Yolo is in so many ways another version of my move to Lookout Valley Ranch 30 years ago.Moving to a ranch in the Wet Mountains threw me back into a primal early childhood fear, unleashing memories of scary places, of being yanked from the familiar and dropped into the totally unfamiliar again and again, of disturbing encounters in a dangerous world, constantly having to adapt with no one to hold my hand and tell me
The Anxious Meditator (opens the original)
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I am beginning to see, or maybe sense is a more likely word, a pattern that has held me tight, fixed to a certain story line all my life. Through writing and meditating and decades of therapy, falling apart and getting up again, I can see now that the pattern is never fixed, it is a constantly moving series of fluid states that cycle between my heart opening and closing, my nervous system crashing and then humming along, my mind darkening and lightening, my body aching and shutting down and risi
Trouble in Pairodice (opens the original)
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When I wrote my memoir, A Tree with My Name on It: Finding a Way Home, I had a wealth of essays I had written while living on the ranch in the Wet Mountains to help bring back that time. To have my life fall apart in a place so wild and unpredictable was a gift I will always be grateful for. It was rough, but it woke me up… Here is one of those essays. If you have read the book, you may recognize a few moments. Others will be brand new. Enjoy!This Substack is reader-supp
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