So I read this book…That conference was amazing…Our conversation was just what I needed…Can you believe this documentary? So Inspiring! Inspiration. Deep refreshing breaths that compel you into action. EXPANSIVE MIND, JUICED UP ENERGY, EXPLOSIVE POSSIBILITY. Yes Yes Yes. Let’s do this, let’s do this. Oh this is getting hard, sticky, boring, confrontational. This uphill climb with challenge after issue after roadblock…must not be meant to be…or it would be easy right? I just need to get back in the game, I just need to get inspired again…read something, tweet something, facebook oh facebook give me the hit I need
Love your Humanity
I was freaked out and annoyed. She was overwhelmed and exasperated.I was entitled. She was bitchy. I was shocked. She was ashamed. I was gathering my courage. She apologized. And from there we fumbled, stumbled, listened, shared and rocked that conversations like a couple of adults who give a shit. At the first stage of caring, it’s all about me. Selfish care. My wants, my needs, my view. Me me me. But before we point and scream ‘Narcissist!’…this stage of caring is crucial. It sets the foundation for the next stage of caring. Us. Our Care. My family, my community, my country. My peeps, yo. What’s important to us matters, let’s
If you happened to read Those Crazy Bitches, that I posted last week. You may be interested in Dancing with Fury, a follow up article that explores practical emotional development… http://beamsandstruts.com/articles/item/691-dancing-with-fury Enjoy!
On my bike ride today, while mostly on side streets with views of trees and charming houses whizzing by, I still managed to take in a few taglines on advertisements that act as perfect content for the topic of instant gratification and its direct conflict with real growth.“Don’t wait for payday. Get cash now” “She lost 50 lbs. in 3 ½ weeks.” “Because life doesn’t wait for a cold.” With all of the promises for instant change and happiness, appealing to our desperate selves, it seems that a realistic claim about change is just not going to get our attention.
As you may know, I write for an online magazine called Beams and Struts. We’re doing a theme week over there called The Dark Side of the Womb. Kicking this week off, I’m bringing you an article about women and anger called Those Crazy Bitches…An exploration into some current cultural archetypes and how they thwart the experience and expression of anger in women. Please stop by and join the discussion. http://beamsandstruts.com/articles/item/680-those-crazy-bitches
Once upon a time I was sulking about… My father had just listened to me rant on about my inner fight, plight and pain. He was listening. He was taking it in, detail by detail, all the gore and drama and ache. Then he looked at me and in a nonchalant kind of way and said “All of this may be true. Or maybe you’re just refusing to step up to your dharma and you’re wasting everyone’s fucking time with this shit.” Woah. Go dad. My brother and I have always been better for these bitter little nuggets we get
What happens when you take a long hard look in the mirror and you see something you don’t want to see? While I could very well be talking about that 10 pounds you don’t actually need to lose or that new hair cut you can’t seem to style, we both know I’m talking about looking at who you are. We all want for something and while it’s erroneous to believe that shifting circumstances will bring happiness or peace of mind, most of us live as though this is true. Grasping for that moment over there when things will be better is
Calling all martyrs, people-pleasers and action addicts… Life’s busy right? Hectic…overwhelming? Does your energy, your effort and your time go into meeting demands and caring for others? Maybe you’re a parent or in the business of being of service. Maybe you’ve got heaps of friends or a large family. Hell, let’s be honest, even if none of those are true, you’re likely stretched…lots to get done or be responsible for and not a ton of time to rest, nourish and care deeply for your wellbeing. We’re just not in a culture that rewards that. A few months ago, I took
…Life’s dramas can take us out. One day we’re steady, traveling along with the ease of a gentle wind sweeping us through open door after open door. Then suddenly, wham. It might have been a rude bus driver, customer or spouse. A rainy day, lousy meeting, bad traffic or terrible news. Tripped, slipped, stumbled. CRASH. road burn on the face. The spiral is delightful after that. I’m upset. I am now upset that I am upset. I shouldn’t be upset or they shouldn’t be upset or someone or something in some way… shouldn’t be this way! And just like that
So…if you’re from around these parts, you’re probably spending several hours a week watching hockey. Time well spent even if many of us are itching to have our evening back for the stuff we’ve been neglecting to participate in this history making time. Not being someone who watches much TV, I’m not exposed to commercials and I’ve been finding myself particularly sensitive to what I am seeing. That is, craving making. Every message, every image, all of it are aggressive little stokes to the fire of desire. Here I am minding my own business and suddenly I want to eat