What the World Needs
If you watch this all the way to the end, you will understand why there is hope for us as a species.
read moreOf Thee I Sing
I recently realized that my lifetime struggles with singing mirror exactly my lifetime struggles with self-acceptance and self-expression. What a cliché. From the age of 5 or 6, singing was a source of joy, of wings for me. Apparently, my rendition at the age of 6 of My Favorite...
Magnet
Torn through bone and flesh, This heart that swelled awake and started beating rhythm for my breath When it felt the tug, electro-magnetic, Now wrenched out of space and time. It hears the call of its master, mercilessly pulled To narrow halls, stuffed birds, spinach mash and evensong. To...
What’s wrong with navel-gazing anyway?
Some people use the accusation of “gazing at your own navel” to dismiss a self-exploratory mental exercise as useless, self-indulgent, narcissistic, or worse, primitive. Something an ape might do. But an ape doesn’t ruminate as we do, not about its navel or anything else, and so I reject that characterization. [Read More]