Instances of detail – cool challenge. This is, maybe, a week or two late in publication, and I should have written three, not two, but I don’t want to let either of those things stop me from publishing. I like these. What do you think of them?
Category: Uncategorized (Yet Still In A Category)
What You Believe About Homosexuality Doesn’t Matter
What You Believe About Homosexuality Doesn\’t Matter.
This cuts right to the heart of this debate – opinions and beliefs, while they are valuable and have a place in discourse – are irrelevant here. The facts are that people dying. Fact.
Two hopes for NaNoWriMo
I think I’ll be participating in NaNoWriMo, a writing challenge to write a novel of 50,000 words in 30 days.
I was pretty anxious about it, but then I remembered a story concept I’ve had for, like 13 years. Not a whole story, kind of an adaptation of another idea, but no one is writing it, it won’t write itself, and I want to read it!
Solution, black, bowl
The solutions I sought after a hard day of disappointment were rejected in the blackest form of sick, unintentionally marring and contrasting with a beautiful brass peace bowl. I hope it washes off.
One way of unbending time
I’m going through a period of excitment right now: I’m getting married March 3, 2014, and I”m preparing for it now. I can’t even count how many times people have told me about this engagement period, “That time is so much fun.” “Enjoy it; it’s a great time.” “Remember this time.” I’m glad they warned me, because I hadn’t imagined that this would be a particularly significant time to remember, but I’m taking their advice.
Who still has their bee-bee?
“If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking… is freedom.” These are the words of President Dwight D. Eisenhower.
This quote was offered to incite thought about security versus freedom, thanks to a more existential prompt source, (sorry I’m late with this, by the by. I was sick) and I’ve been thinking about it this week.
A client came to mind: A white man in his 60’s, he’s just out of prison. He said that when he got out, they put him in a cab with $5 and sent him downtown. And that was it. He doesn’t know where to go or what to do, so he came to my center. He said that, in prison, his needs were met, he was in a structured environment and he had a pretty good life. He seems to feel overwhelmed: he doesn’t know what to do or how to do it. He doesn’t have any kind of structure and boundaries imposed on him and he’s lost touch with the ability to limit himself.
I think this is telling. Freedom is scary.
Cascade, system, hard
Picture this:
Dark wet stone over which tumbles clear cascades of water. Watch it glisten and sparkle in sunlight, while insects and critters and other players in the ecosystem dance all around it. The rivulets, though light are wearing paths over the hard stone.
Laundry, shouting, secret
I read these words, and this is the image that comes to mind:
I picture women outside by a stream, maybe under trees, vigorously cleaning laundry and chatting with each other. There is lots of splashing and laughing. All around them, their daughters are mingling with one another, some chasing each other and shouting challenges, and others sharing secrets and dreams.
I’m not what I was
I don’t believe it’s a good thing to focus on regrets. I do have a couple, of course.
Breathe in the face of anxiety
Last week, a group of Tibetan monks were creating a mandala in a Tibetan store down the street from where I work. I was at part of the opening ceremony and then dropped in the next day to see the progress that had been made on it. Just a little background, I love this store anyway. Like entering another world, it has a wonderful environment and is full of good energy. When I get frustrated at work, it’s a good place to play some singing bowls and get away from homeless addicts for a few minutes. I love it there. And last week, it got even better. Continue reading “Breathe in the face of anxiety”
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 