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Tag: Philosophy
New Beginnings (slowly)
Blessed Lughnasadh! Goodbye, Texas.
What Optimism Isn’t
When I was in second grade (back when dinosaurs still roamed the earth), our report cards were handwritten. There was a nice long section on the back for comments from the teacher -- none of this comment-by-number computerized mess. I always received glowing praise about my "sunny disposition" or my good grades -- except one … Continue reading What Optimism Isn’t
Stories that Stick
What makes a story stay with us forever? What frequency is it that resonates with those innermost heartstrings for each of us? These stories shape our lives and seem to reflect back our innermost selves, or the higher Selves we all strive to be. I believe that the "sticky stories" we come across highlight core … Continue reading Stories that Stick
Advancing on the Tide (from the FB files)
I used to think that being isolated from the world at large would be terrible. I have come to that turning point when I most often crave less interaction, fewer headlines (and less blood boiling all around), not more. I kinda had that pegged for age 65ish, not 33. Huh. And yet...responding less, speaking out … Continue reading Advancing on the Tide (from the FB files)
Beetle Jesus
Do you step around a beetle crawling across your path, or do you keep going? (Sorry, bug, sucks to be you. Shouldn't have been in my way.) It will probably surprise few that I stepped around one this morning (and almost tripped over my own two feet in the process, because I'm super-coordinated before 7am … Continue reading Beetle Jesus
Use Your Magic
Another hiatus happened (oops). I've been sorting through some of those pesky life questions and am still uncertain as to where this blog is going. (That's OK for now.) Years ago, someone hit me squarely between the eyes with a few simple words -- words that were echoed not long ago by someone else, who … Continue reading Use Your Magic
Runic Dreams
I have vivid dreams fairly often (well, maybe most of us do, but I almost always remember mine in detail). They can be extremely realistic, completely out of left field, or so abstract that they're nearly impossible to put into words. I've dreamed monochromatic stuff, things that were just shapes, the usual "plays on huge … Continue reading Runic Dreams
Called…home?
I've always felt drawn to certain places on the map, destinations I've never seen in person -- for me, traveling is among those secret dreams we all hoard like silent little treasures in some shadowy corner of our hearts where unrealistic things live. For several years now, I have also experienced a stronger pull toward … Continue reading Called…home?
