It's difficult to have a bad morning when I pour my plant-based milk from a carton with Aly Raisman on the side. Bravo, Silk: this marketing maneuver changed my mind about soy... better luck next time, Almond Breeze
My new theory is that I'm a valuable person and acting lazy couldn't change that. I still tell myself stories about what I did overseas, especially in Palestine. Up until last week I thought I was being pathetic, living in the past...
It's not by mere chance tarpits are full of doomed dire-wolves because they were the most likely animal to come sniffing for other trapped animals. I would write more about my inertia if I didn't think that trying to write about it would reinforce it. The harder the fly beats her wings, the more entangled… Continue reading CPJ-6: A Retrospective Morning Part A
My tattoo and I had a conversation this morning. There's too much of 'me' to shove inside desensitized pockets of my brain, lately. e, listening to journalists recap how the FBI failed to investigate reports of sexual assault against these decorated athletes: Nichols, Raisman, Maroney, Biles. It's almost unthinkable we could allow this to happen to our decorated Olympic athletes...
I'm starting to appreciate that I'm on a bridge. I want to just jump but it's too far. I want everything to suddenly be different but all I can do is change the angle, the optics, the perspective, and appreciate that I am moving.
I want balance, not to divide the world into good/evil, dark/light, and conveniently place myself in the middle (self-justifying) but rather to find a workable middle and stretch my tendrils into both dark and light, knowing that Good is a matter of compassion and humility while evils are obsessed with consuming and dominating.
I need to lay this out: I’m putting the need to seem expert behind me. Now that I’m a Spiritual-Not-Religious-Person there can’t be any more desire to prove my ideas. I’ve been scared to step into this space, even though I know this is the ‘real’ universe.