Our society seems hellbent on simultaneously embodying Einstein's definition of insanity while getting pissed off that people are going ... insane? Is there a better way or at least another way to look at these complex, nuanced situations?
Did you ever hear the story about Jim Carrey writing himself a $10m check? It goes something like this, he wrote this check, dated a year later, and he carried it in his wallet. I think it was a week before the check was due, so to speak, he landed The Mask for $10m. Naturally, I heard that story, wrote myself a check, did nothing with it, and it hasn't worked (yet). I think I figured out why this ass couldn't cash her check - yet.
TJ is an incredible person and artist. His real name is Terence, he performs under the name Lyght / Project Lyght on Spotify, YouTube, Reverbnation, SoundCloud, etc. He’s been missing for 2 weeks. The last thing he said on Facebook was that he was sick. He hasn’t been heard from since. His roommate has filed... Continue Reading →
I saw Linda G Hill's SOCS this week when I read Jill's response and wanted to play, but my son has stolen my laptop and I’m on my phone. I figured I can type here and save as a draft so I can do the pings and things. The word was nail, and I thought... Continue Reading →
I just joined Medium.com - if you are on there/write on there, drop your info here so I can follow you! It seems like WP is a little dead lately, and I'm trying to find who is going where to write. I saw a post from V and it gave me the idea to check... Continue Reading →
The most difficult part of trauma is that most people don't like to use the word trauma. There is a misunderstanding that trauma is "so bad". If you had a bruise, it's skin trauma. All of us have had a bruise, so all of us have had some kind of skin trauma. To others, skin trauma means something "really bad" like someone shaved off your face and wore it. Not all of us have had our faces removed, but we have all had trauma. And we need to talk about it - because trauma can only be healed by being processed
Woke up at 4:30. Actually more like 4 but I was meditating and vibing with the universe type deal before I got out of bed. I made coffee, did my thing, came in and wrote in my book for a little bit. The book is called Ayam. An important part of creating something from... Continue Reading →
Do you see darkness when you close your eyes? Is it true? Do you see stars in the night sky? Is it you? When I say me and you say you Are we two? When you look in my eyes Do you see me too? Could you be wrong and I am right? Wanna... Continue Reading →
Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me. It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,... Continue Reading →