A reason for some home town pride. Courageous Conversations: Being Black in Colorado I went to college in Alabama. I was asked before leaving Colorado if I was afraid to be going "down south". I wasn't. Or at least I don't remember being afraid. Looking back, I can tell you the experience showed me a [...]
Or that I'm not interested. It's that it's all still too much to take in. The never ending hate; the underlying fear that his shenanigans will trigger a nuclear World War III that will surely be the end of us all. I continue to BE the love, respect, acceptance, and common sense I seek in [...]
(I'm on week five of The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron. This is what came from yesterday's Morning Pages.) Epiphany - the sudden clarity of thought that exposes the deeper truth. I have epiphanies as I'm sure you do as well. You may have been wrestling with a problem, a decision that had to be [...]
So the hate train has pulled into the station and its occupants are poised to be in power for a minute. Those of us being hated feel some modicum of fear. I get that. I also get that in order to become really good at something, "you have to get terrible out of the way." [...]
I KNEW IT!!! Courtesy of Danielle LaPorte - Cataclysmic Evolutionary Catalysts (aka, the state of the world today). This is the Universe chatting with me about why I'm in recovery.
It's been a LONG time since I leapt without looking. So of course, what did I do? I registered for a workshop happening in New York City in January. WTF? How am I going to get there? Where am I going to stay? How am I going to afford it? You have got to be [...]
The title is a thought I had a few years ago. It's amazing the lies I've told myself over the years. Lies I believed despite the facts reality consistently put in front of me. I'd be willing to bet you've told yourself a few whoppers over the years as well. I got to thinking about [...]
3:00 AM, or so. Loud voices on the staircase. An argument of some sort. A man and woman. Louder, then stomping up the stairs. A door slams. Stomping in the apartment overhead. Even louder voices. The argument moves back out onto the staircase and I hear, "put your hands on me like you did her." [...]
What if I told you that you aren't broken? That your diagnosis was based on speculation and "society's" need to label what it doesn't understand, or what doesn't fit into the box? Are there major neurosis out there that cause people to suffer mentally and physically? I'm sure there are, but I'm not talking about [...]
"...is a sign that something's WRONG" (emphasis is mine). Quote from Marianne Williamson on an old episode of Marie Forlio TV. I'm trying y'all, I really am...and this showed up. Thank you Universe, Goddess, God, Buddha, the Ancestors, et. al.