Friday, December 30, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
i have an army, too
care and compassion emanate from their pores,
wisdom shines through their eyes.
they craft brilliant sounds
they sit in introspection,
for these things we call jobs
that were meant, originally
to make it so that we were all taken care of.
we now compromise our sacred bodies
to pay rent
(money, paper, numbers on a screen)
monthly, as though it were holy, like the moon
to someone who purchased a structure
most likely built by bodies like ours
a structure that needs repair
and sits on land
that most likely is stolen
that most likely is not rightfully theirs.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
(it can't be said enough)
For any way that I have caused harm to myself,
Knowingly or unknowingly,
In thought, word or deed,
May I forgive myself
And if I cannot do so in this moment,
May I be able to forgive myself in the future
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
What are you transporting?
What are you allowing to move through you?
What are you making come alive?
We know: Everything about you is perfect as is
Who you ARE is perfect
What you do and what people see of you
That is about what you allow to happen,
What your existence and your choice facilitate, catalyze.
What are you choosing?
How are you creating the image of yourself?
Are you loving? Are you kind? Are you honest?
Do you intentionally cause harm?
When you unintentionally cause harm, do you take responsibility for it?
Do you imagine the impact your actions will have on others?
Do you blame? Shame? Guilt?
Others or yourself?
Do you assume? Do you ask? Do you accept people as they are, and love them?
Are you kind? To others and to yourself?
Because you have the capacity to be all of these things.
Are you using your power, your gift of life, of having a body, of being here now
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Last minute intervention, though . . . going to a workshop on how to be happy. With a friend. Who I love. And who I know loves me. This will be way better than sitting at home alone feeling sorry for myself. Must. Pull. Self. Up.