there’s nothing quite like having a moment in which it becomes very, very clear that your opinion on pretty much anything simply… does… not… matter. my friend, the one who is responsible for me being here, where i am in this moment, the one that talked me into coming here…. is leaving. they are sitting here writing the ad for his replacement. i mention that i’m a copywriter. i mention that i have been an IT recruiter. i offer to help. they both ignore me wholly. oh yeah, i’m really feeling like i matter here. oh yeah, i’m really feeling […]
can i get an amen?!?
hah. one of the memories from youth rises to give me the perfect title for this post.
the river (of being)
a quick poem, given in response to a kind email in which another mentions and thanks for being someone able to ‘agree to disagree’.
noon on a monday
the sky is overcast, it is cold, my arthritis is acting up, i’ve got rubber in my checking account until tomorrow, there’s no food in the apartment, and i will pay income tax this year instead of find a refund. and i’m smiling. what’s wrong with this picture? absolutely nothing. there is part of me that wants to get all stupid, silly, fifth grade sappy about now… and there’s part of me that refuses and is shoveling everything into a crockpot called ‘mindful melting pot’ to stew down and be assimilated. i’ll let ya know when soup’s on… this, my […]
saying not saying
sometimes there are no words. sometimes, it is wisest just to admit it. this is my admission… there are no words. heh. i’m sure i’ll forget all too soon. but, for now, simply a smile and to say very precisely that there… are… no… words.
the relativity of time (counting down)
he is still in the air. three hours puts him somewhere over kansas about now… heh. humorous thoughts of ‘wizard of oz’ and giggles. i woke at 7am sharp and could not sleep if my life depended upon it.
reluctantly, a full lockdown
the logs reveal that unwelcome presence has returned. reluctantly, this means that hereonout, you will only be able to access/read this blog if you have: – registered – logged in i am no longer willing to endure unwelcome presence.
Compassion, definitions of the moment
To be silent rather than add to the burden of another. To spend anger in meditation rather than on others. To care more that hurt is not given than that is is felt. To understand that responsibility is held only when it is accepted. To realize that all acts, when motivated by good intent, are, eventually, beneficial. To be content with what is, as it is, be it for oneself as well as for others.
what is a teacher?
archival. from a series of messages with regard to a forum participation.