Sometimes I Climb the Walls and Lie on the Ceiling
Lately I keep having these flashbacks of past life (as in the lives I've lived in this life) experiences, and how I reacted to them when I was that me then. They've all been uncomfortable and unpleasant memories of fear, pain, shame, and stuff like that. The triggers for the flashbacks have been small incidents... Continue Reading →
What type of person brings out the best in you? What type of person brings out the worst in you? Do you ever wonder which type you are for others? Do you bring out the best in people or do you bring out the worst in them? I was thinking about that last night while... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I was finishing off some DIY in the sitting room. Don't award me a halo. I was fixing a mess I'd made this Summer while trying to find the point of entry of swarming ants - the third time this happened I took out a hammer. My partner was in the room playing Fortnite.... Continue Reading →
One of the recurring themes of human interactions is the asking of questions. Why is that? Questions are a good way of breaking the ice, of dealing with awkward silences in social situations, of getting to know others... An interesting post about questions asked - How to give people insight into your character by nobodysreadingme - ... Continue Reading →
Today is my birthday, and I'm saturning 49. I don't have too many thoughts about being 49 specifically, and being in my 50th year on planet Earth. (I have enjoyed being in my 40's, it's the best decade yet! But I have no idea if I'm doing my 40's as the 40's are supposed to... Continue Reading →
Have you ever been caught up in an exceptional dream experience, one wherein you felt that one of your life's greatest mysteries was being answered... Suddenly you knew... It was all clear... This is your AHA moment... Then you wake up and can't remember a thing. You had it all and lost it, and there... Continue Reading →
Can you remember who you were when you were sixteen? Do you want to remember that version of yourself? How much is your memory of the you of then coloured by who you are now, what you know now... about yourself, others, your life, the world? . . It's strange, isn't it, the way we... Continue Reading →
Can we start over? - asked the spider of the fly. The fly wrapped up in fine silk, spun around and looked at the spider. Was the spider crazy!?! What did it mean by 'starting over'? The spider had captured the fly, wrestled with it, injected it with poison, wrapped it up, and left it... Continue Reading →
Have you ever noticed that sometimes the same thing keeps happening to you or to others, and it seems that no matter what you or others do to make something different occur... the same thing still happens. Why? Is it you (or others) who just haven't figured out the formula for changing a repetitive course...... Continue Reading →
This human interference is getting annoying... said my cat to me after I had, yet again, foiled its plans, snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. It had a shrew in its maw but it wasn't trying to tame it. It had caught by the rules of the natural jungle... humans don't respect that kind... Continue Reading →
Bubbles are fun to pop, especially when it's bubble wrap bubbles. . . Bubblegum bubbles are a joy to pop too, however that sweet breath-filled substance has a way of bringing sticky karmic retribution especially if you happen to be an expert giant bubble blower. In your face, all over it, like a scream frozen... Continue Reading →
. . There is nothing free about free association other than the word itself, but even that is shackled by the thoughts, the dreams, ideals, it conjures. A prisoner of the mind, emotion, a distant sense of something elusive singing a siren’s song luring us to places of fantasy whose reality lies hidden beneath the... Continue Reading →
. . There have been many moments in my life when, upon self-reflection, I have concluded that my life is useless. I am useless... Some of those times have been dark, where the thought of being useless has led me to the edge of an abyss with very little stopping me from throwing myself over... Continue Reading →
(the lines on the palm make a goat symbol...or at least that's what I saw) . . “My life failed on the very day I was born.” ― Robert Bly . . Ask any man or woman about the day of their birth, what they personally recall of one of the most momentous days in... Continue Reading →
The most obvious benefit of making a mistake is learning a lesson. Whether what you learn is how not to do something or that you never want to do that again, or a million other possible lessons… you learn and live to make another mistake. Hopefully a different one. Hopefully not a... Continue Reading →
Meet my new neighbours... bahbours... they moved in yesterday. I am now living in a sheep sandwich... Humans often use sheep as a metaphor for... for what exactly? “The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other... Continue Reading →
Have you noticed how many secrets there are. For everything that exists, and even things which don't, there is a secret to it. A secret to success. A secret to being confident. A secret to eternal youth. A secret to obtaining vast amounts of money. A secret to curing you of all your ailments, addictions,... Continue Reading →
Pippi Longstocking by Astrid Lindgren, illustrations by Ingrid Vang Nyman I use writing as a means to communicate, but I don’t consider myself to be a writer, so when I saw The Daily Post’s Weekly Writing Challenge: Writerly Reflections I thought… not for me, I don’t belong here. Yet something about what was expressed... Continue Reading →
We come into this world as a whole and are gradually split into parts of a whole. It can be as innocuous as family members looking at a newborn baby and discussing which parts of the baby belong to which parent. “Oh, he has his mother’s eyes!” “She has her father’s smile!” “He has... Continue Reading →
“It isn't by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.” ― Ken Kesey The other night I watched Magic Trip, a documentary about Ken Kesey... Continue Reading →
I just found out that I forgot to ‘Like’ this post, which explains why I couldn’t find it in my – Posts I Like – section of my WordPress Reader when I wanted to reblog it.
*head bangs hardwood table and buries itself with mea distracted mind culpa groaning stuff.
Perhaps I forgot to ‘Like’ this post (made up for previous mistake now) because ‘Like’ is an inadequate word for it (good excuse) ‘Love’ is better, ‘Genius’ is closer to the feeling it evoked within me… Chris is one of those writers and observational geniuses who can’t see how talented he is because that’s a part of his talent and brilliance – better at observing others than himself, and humble about it!
This post will draw you in and have your mind coming up with all sorts of ideas and notions and opinions… that’s what great bloggers do to you when you read what they write!
Let’s get controversial. I finally write more than one curse word.
The girl in the cafe… yes, this sounds like a nice romantic beginning to a blog post… was [insert your favorite adjective here].
You can decide on this.
It was uncertain whether or not she was on a date, which could be true. Dates can happen at any time of day, even before work. However, this engagement was taking place around 9:45 this morning. She talked nonstop–a stenographer would have a hard time keeping up–but allowing the guy get a grunt or agreeing yes injection without not much of coherent substance seemed too generous. In a seven-minute period the topics of guys, women’s sexuality, breasts, Victoria’s Secret models, breastfeeding, milk, drinking, drinking underage, stealing alcohol, smoking pot, making out with guys her father’s age (when she was a teenager), golf cart riding, smoking more pot, making out with more random guys, waking up…
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A beautiful and thoughtful post by a very talented blogger and inspiring soul.
This post really made me think, and delve deep… I’m still thinking about this, that is what happens when one person shares their inspiration with others.
Thank you for sharing.
The other day, conversing with a friend who is finishing her dissertation, she mentioned the “unstated purpose” of her writing.
I did not know what she was talking about at first. Coming from a science background in which you literally state your intention with the hypothesis, an “unstated purpose” seemed to me to be a ridiculous driving force in any work.
Then, she explained hers- she wants to change people’s usage of certain vocabulary that is taken for granted in her field. You will not find this purpose stated anywhere directly in her written arguments, but it is, I realize, her underlying driving force.
When I thought about it, I realize even in science we had unstated purposes (namely to keep funding coming into the lab 😉 ). Even beyond that, though, we had an unstated purpose that went well beyond any specific hypothesis in any given article.
My friend…
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What are feelings? What purpose do they serve? A while ago I came across this chart which attempts to give the function of feelings. I find it interesting and insightful, a good place to start if you’re experiencing a feeling which is considered negative and would like a more balanced view of it, to know... Continue Reading →
Marcel Proust by Standard Designs My brain is neither predominantly male nor female. I know this because I took a test to determine the sexuality of that particular member of the club known as me… on the internet and internet tests and their results are known to be accurate. My body is predominantly female. I... Continue Reading →
Old Cowboy by HCui Often in life we yearn for someone to know us, to be interested in who we are, to explore us and understand us. Sometimes it feels like an unrequited yearning. Sometimes that which is unrequited is better that way. Unrequited love is a love which never dies because it is never... Continue Reading →
Adi Nes from Boys SeriesThe other day the beautiful and insightful Kim Saeed gave me a Not Featured on Freshly Pressed award nomination. Her blog - Let Me Reach - tackles the painful experience of being in a relationship with a Narcissist and offers ways to heal and recover from it.In her own words:“...what matters... Continue Reading →
Why is talking to yourself considered one of the first signs of madness? Surely it should be seen as a sign of sanity. How am I supposed to get to know myself, who I am, what I enjoy doing, what I like or don’t like, what my dreams are, what my fears are, work through... Continue Reading →
I have learned a lot about myself through my interactions with others. Through things I have said to them. Both positively and negatively. Both have given me gifts of enlightenment. I have discovered that my heart is capable of greater love than I ever imagined was possible. That I am far kinder than I... Continue Reading →
The weather today is… glorious! Sunny, crisp, and full of promise. Promise of what? I don’t know, it’s a saying and I used it. It seemed appropriate. I don’t always filter what I say, I just say it. I’m in a good mood, feeling good because yesterday I rained and now I feel refreshed. After... Continue Reading →
Scale of Life by visio-art (Aleksei Kostjuk) It’s one of those days when the weather is unsure of itself. Is it overcast with a chance of rain or overcast with a chance of Sun? Yet again the weather reflects how I feel or vice versa. I am partially unsure of my mood, overall there is... Continue Reading →
