To parent means to provide a place of safety when the world seems overwhelming. Algo sent me this first thing this morning… https://www.instagram.com/reel/DeKQm6rJDZV/?stkn=Zmphb2MzdGI2MXY5 Some depression has visited recently. Dark days, indeed. I may have found a course redirection. I’ve written at length about lessons that came to me early. Specifically through John Bradshaw’s series on…
I’m a firm believer in the Tao. Everything has an opposite. Up down, in out, hot cold, on off. To the same degree that I have known pain suffering anguish disgust shame to that very same degree I will know peace and love and contentment and forgiveness and compassion. I’ve come to a point now…
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DdSC0YPCqDm/?stkn=MWU0Nzc4bmZrODlkbw== Not only am I fascinated with both actors, Giamatti and Torturro but I truly relish scenes of brilliant theater. This is my first knowledge of Eugène lonesco. He seems to have taken delight in discarding convention. The dialogue here is magnificent. The actors delivery is spot on and riveting. I so wish I could…
You’re hanging by a vine over the edge of a high cliff.Looking up, you see a ferocious tiger pacing the ledge above, waiting to devour you if you try to climb back up. Looking down, you see another tiger waiting at the bottom of the abyss, waiting for you to fall.To make matters worse, two…
My brothers and I went on a bike ride this weekend. 500 miles across Michigan’s upper peninsula. Side-by-sides were everywhere, both for work and recreation . Nearing the end we stopped off at a roadside outlook. Cool stuff. Michigan is amazingly beautiful. As we’re gearing up to get back on the road, a couple passed…
Albert Camus’ absurd is often misunderstood as pessimism, while in reality it is an act of intellectual honesty against metaphysical comfort. The tragedy of Sisyphus is not the stone itself, but the impossibility of escaping repetition while remaining conscious of it. Most individuals survive existence by psychologically dissolving themselves into routine, ideology, ambition, or distraction;…
Charles Doss was a man on death row. He would have dreams. from these dreams he was inspired to wake up and write. When he finished writing he would go back to sleep. He didn’t know what he had written until he woke in the morning to read it. This is a very small collection…
Ohhhhh. Everything has to be in its own block.
The greatest poem ever knownIs one all poets have outgrown:The poetry, innate, untold,Of being only four years old. Still young enough to be a partOf Nature’s great impulsive heart,Born comrade of bird, beast, and treeAnd unselfconscious as the bee— And yet with lovely reason skilledEach day new paradise to build;Elate explorer of each sense,Without dismay,…