The goal is to write every day this month. I am sitting in a bar, and my friend will not let let the day end without me completing the task. I’m calling him a bully (he isn’t). *something about community, not doing life alone, blah blah* November 1. In the books. #bloglikecrazy #community #credoawards
compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. it’s a relationship between equals. only when we know our own darkness can we be present with the darkness of others. compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity. – brene brown, daring greatly. i’m not as afraid of the dark as… Continue reading present with the darkness.
there’s a fine line between politeness and chauvinism. i have yet to re-learn the boundaries, and i am subsequently on edge whenever an older man winks at me. the winking happens a lot here.
In the last few days, the mission statement from my high school has been running through my head. It’s one of those statements that contains a lot of prepositions about the kind of students we will become – service before self, character over career, wisdom beyond scholarship, and participation as a way of life. I’ve… Continue reading taking my talents to south beach..ish. (that’s how you announce decisions, right?)
putting down my current read long enough to share: any writing which has influenced the thinking of the lives of innumerable people is important. now, there are many millions in their sects and churches who feel the order, ‘do thou,’ and throw their weight into obedience. and there are millions more who feel predestination in… Continue reading cold is the water.
i wanna know, have you ever seen the rain? have you ever heard it with a steel drum cadence? you are welcome. the status on the clothes has not changed, and here i am ready to write another post. call it making up for lost time. i thought i would take a quick moment to… Continue reading reggae and insomnia, part 2.
oh hey personal blog, i’ve missed you. another midnight screening in the books. flight to orlando in a couple hours…and i’m 80% determined to pull the all-nighter. if i succeed it’ll be 2 for 5 in my lifetime. in the meantime, the reggae is playing, and i am staring at a pile of clothes over… Continue reading reggae and insomnia, part 1.