It’s not personal.

I think that’s one of the greatest crimes we can commit to our hearts: taking on the passions of others in excess. Like we’ve talked about before, it’s not unusual to find oneself looking at everything around us for a sense of validation. This is especially the case for our relationships of all types, and even more so with those closest to us. 

The White Rabbit

We all love sharing our thoughts and feelings, even if the intended parties do not hear them. Comparison may be the thief of joy, but for many of us, it’s also a default setting; some people only know how to mark their progress by that of others. I think sharing our stories can be very helpful, when we are trying to lift each other up. 

The Thief within the Heart

One of our greatest gifts as people is our ability to uniquely journey into the collective unconscious, should we choose to, and understand that the only authority on this planet we succumb to is our own. You are the center of your universe, just as each and every celestial body in space is the center, as that is their perspective. 

I can heal myself.

I, like so many, have lived in constant pain. When I was teenager working at a pizza arcade known for having socially accepted rats, I had an accident involving 2 500 degree pizza’s falling on my back as I tumbled onto a line up of highchairs. This resulted in a few 2nd degree burns, butContinue reading “I can heal myself.”

Lovers in the New Dawn

There are no alarms sounding off courtesy of far-too-expensive iPhones. No official obligations until maybe 11 this morning at the earliest. I smile tiredly in my sleep, tucked deep into an old afghan that smells like memories that have yet to be formed. I can feel the cat purring and breathing warmth onto my hip; his favorite spot to snuggle up when I sleep on my side. An arm that feels like stone wrapped in smooth velvet grips gently around my waist from behind, keeping me from leaving my spot in bed too quickly. I hadn’t even realized I was starting to sit up. My smile widens.

How to see when you’re blinded

DAY 1: This really fucking sucks. Like, monumentally. I feel like an addict on hiatus after rehab that’s trying his best not to think about the very thing that he really, really wants right now.  I also feel alright. The times when we are closest to God tend to be when we are children, whenContinue reading “How to see when you’re blinded”

The Hippies Bag

Brave of you to enter into a hippies bag without warning. What you may find is guaranteed to be of value. You’ve already started trifling through, we might as well go ahead and pull it all out and see what we have… Let’s see here – Looks like a hand colored picture, probably from aContinue reading “The Hippies Bag”