The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
The issue with detaching is... the feelings. Feelings are a funny but wicked thing. With these feelings, we build... expectations of supposed outcomes.
I realized why I hadn’t been drinking. It stopped me from feeling. It stopped me from feeling something. And even if it’s only tiny, even if it only halts some smidgen of emotion, I realized that’s what booze does for me. It inhibits feeling.
I see a shadow of regret, a heaviness in the way you carry your body, the weight of all the things you’ve left unsaid, the hearts you were too afraid to touch, the hugs and human connection you have turned away.
We feel where that old way of being still lives inside of us. We see it in the atrocities playing out in our world. This is not being illuminated and highlighted for us right now to create shame and guilt, or to overwhelm and demoralize us. We are being shown it because we are being gifted with ...
Do you write to remember -- or forget? Do you write to heal -- or hurt? Do you write to teach -- or learn? Do you write to inspire -- or destroy? Do you write for you -- or me? Because you make me cry. Every damn time. But you must have cried too. I know those words have that effect on me only ...
What do we do usually do to children though immediately when a feeling arises? We become uncomfortable, diving into our selves. We cannot handle it, so we try to stop it by saying Don't cry. We get angry because we don’t know what to do. It scares us as we feel helpless. In turn, the child ...
For the record: (Sunday morning wine and singing) + (Someone else only days later) = Disgusting behavior, unbecoming of a man that I would ever want to call my own. Everything disgusting about this? It’s on you. I am choosing the bright side of what we’re doing to each other. I love, I learn, I ...