I could take some time, gaze into the night, into the earth, into the darkness... into myself, and not only see and receive what is there, but to trust it..
How heartily do others inspire our hope despite the port that compels, especially when these contradict where they sail? How much in their presence do we embrace ourselves? How much of ourselves do we surrender amid bids and barter? Do bids breed resilience or resignation instead? Do we discern ...
When we talk about equality in this country, my experience has been that many white people want to focus on how far we have come, to what could be, in an almost altruistic way that omits the icky part in the middle -- white privilege.
In a room full of men, I’ll sniff out the one who’s recently been arrested or convicted for human trafficking or locked up in a mental institution. I can tell how bad his childhood was by the way he moves. Sick sense. The unhealthy, unhappy and inappropriate. These boys churn my stomach sick ...
As games go through lots of changes during their development, writing changes often. The thick skin -- the resilience -- needed to take the changes is something I admire completely, and something the writers share with the characters they bring to life.
I believe the shame is here for many reasons, too many to name in one article, but one of them being a deep-rooted systemic fear that if we all lived our lives connecting with each other from a place of love and openness, compassion and respect, rather than the fear, criticism, and judgment ...
I won't pretend I am particularly fond of the pain that seems necessary to continue evolving and healing.
And depending on my mood at that moment, I might grumpily think "Yeah, right..." next time my ever-smiling Yoga teacher asks us to be filled with gratitude.
But today I just want to be grateful