Feel Injustice With All Your Senses in Order to Know.
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.
Browsing Tag:
shit
When We Get Served Shit at Life’s Table.
No, this is not what we ordered, but let's get over that part. So we can rejoice in the little things, we can appreciate life in a different way, find comfort in the simplicity, in the love that surrounds us.
The Joy of Swearing.
I discovered the joy of swearing at an early age, despite (or maybe because of) parents who seldom swore and strongly discouraged their three daughters from doing so.
Drop the Bomb and Let It Burn: Ode to the F-Word. {poetry}
Now, when little ones are on the scene?
My language is immaculate. Pristine.
That stipulation becomes a way
of bringing mindfulness to each word I say.
F-bombs become a tool
of my own mindfulness school.
I keep to heart this one rule:
If I can see a child,
my language remains ...
Outrageously Alive: The Art Of Letting Life Chew You Up & Spit You Back Into The Cosmos.
I was there as well. And then I realized I did not know shit. I still do not, but I know a little more now than I did back when I thought I knew everything, pontificating from the safety of an emotional condom.