You matter. And I don’t say that with the air and fluff of a superficial therapeutic approach to make you feel better. People are arguing about who and what matters. People who themselves don’t believe they matter (not really). People who want to matter, but don’t know what matters, so it’s a scramble to do [...]
"You don't know what you have here. You simply don't know what you have." I doubt if anyone really understood what he meant. He was obviously speaking about America and telling us we did not appreciate what it was. -jacob needleman America Matters. He told me that something mattered more than the American [...]
Wake me up inside Call my name and save me from the dark Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I've become. * The journey toward health and sanity is nothing less than an invitation to wake up. - Jon Kabat-Zinn Save me, save me, save me! The internal screams of [...]
I know what I am after, but I can't say I know where it exists. Where does priceless matter lie? This is nothing short of being a gold miner. A gold digger of a different sort - I am. Digging into the depths of time and space. Looking. Seeking the priceless. The priceless [...]
I am Poppy. We are the same and we are different. We are of the same species and we are different specimens. As female, knowing what specimen you are (it makes life better). We have similar aspects and we may speak a different language. As a woman, knowing what language you speak (matters). [...]
You have no space. And without space, you suffocate. Stuff is your suffocation. Cluttered. Internal and external clutter. Mental and physical clutter. We (as humans), yes, have the capability to be ‘boundless’ i.e. without boundary, however, to be boundless via the internet – in the boundless consumption of thousands of people (minds) in one day – [...]
Human Jazz Interdependence they say. The interdependence of me. Like Jazz. Human Jazz I am. An orchestra of my biological self, senses (a five piece band), and emotional body that feels. The small-mind of me, the higher-mind of me, and everything in between. My so-called soul and spirit. Holy it all is. [...]
It's something you don't understand until you're ready to understand. Second graders aren't ready to understand calculus. And that's important to mention because you don't give up - you keep going - until you understand. She* was talking about her beliefs and said, "I didn't trust Love." Those words came to me like a power [...]
Swarmed like a plague - of my "not-enoughness" - like a full-blown stress disorder - the internal trauma of lack that destroys my ness. Nothing less than a disease of my soul, upon which I plan to cure. The plan to cure my not-enoughness. To clear out the infection of rejection and to start injecting [...]
