Words that Sear — Walk Away
While a conveyor of human kindness prevails, there are those who fall prey to a provocateur with a whip that cracks through […]
While a conveyor of human kindness prevails, there are those who fall prey to a provocateur with a whip that cracks through […]
Eager to give what I might to bring light to the table of American politics, as opposed to the impenetrable block wall under maniacal construction that divides your vision from mine, as opposed to chatting about truth and lies and finding a way through unwieldy thorns, a group mediation was offered to help uplift the American electorate. I read the invitation as calming the fire with love. That resonated.
Anger. I know it well. Anger has boiled within me to the point of dehydration of the senses. I let anger take my fertile body and transform it into a desert — something I didn’t like. I cursed the hot sand, the barrenness of rocks, plants and life. I let anger guide me to my own skeletal form, like the white bones and skulls made famous by Georgia O’Keefe.
I often discuss taking the high road in these matters. That is no easy task. A personal analogy would be my desire to hike trails that traverse hills and mountains, and then to have my knees fail me. This is so personally frustrating. It’s as though I can not reach the heights that I seek. And, yes, it makes me angry.
Peace, like an ocean, rolls on in all space.
It’s a habit that makes me smile most every morning. I smile even while the morning news blares the daily tales of […]
This Nepali photographer told the story in one photo. He did his job. His photo impacted and haunted me. How could it be fair that my grandchildren could be so beautifully clothed while the young girl in the mountains of Nepal wears rags?
It’s not that I can’t be stubborn and hot-headed. I am far from human perfection. In my defense, I’ve developed my enabling spirit into a negotiating spirit. There are always two-sides to every whole. The question remains, however, what if one of those sides is so badly injured and toxic that a cure is unlikely—at least in the present?
At times I sense a deliberate effort by others to force us into a funk that’s frothed with anger and fear. Bad vibes. Pile on our daily happyius interfereus, like the episode I recently experienced with spouse’s health, and it feels like a dunking in putrid mud. If I’m not happy, my family is not happy. If my daughter is not happy, her family is not happy. Frowns spread like yawns in a crowded room. Frowns welcome anger and fear faster than […]
As if Al Gore just farted in public, the blogosphere gassed-up a regressive debate about NOAA’s reported Co2 397.35 ppm reading at the Mauna Loa Observatory in Hawaii. To me, this denial is akin to my personal denial of why I can no longer squeeze into a size 8 jean