It's clear that the left is turning on itself. Eating its young, so to speak. And eating its old, too. Consuming everyone on its own side. That splintering of what should be a unified force is why that awful man in the Oval could very well get re-elected. But that could be too nuanced for many to . . .
Read this one slowly because each nugget is profound: Freedom is a heavy load, a great strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given but a choice made, and the choice made made may be a hard one. The road goes upwards towards the light, but the latent traveler . . .
Welcome to Crazytown, USA. We live in interesting times, as the Chinese proverb says. Maybe too interesting, if you ask me. Some strange, strange stuff going on. I blame Facebook. Why not? They're a perfect target. Anyone with an account can vomit up their thoughts and like upchuck, it ain't . . .
Before dawn I tossed and turned, my mind unable to let go of thoughts about the people we admire and maybe even worship. The people who let us down. Because our idols just about always have feet of clay. The reference is Biblical and complicated, but basically refers to a statue's feet made of both . . .
I'm reminded of the old term for newspapers: fishwrappers. The term was used with contempt and implied that wrapping fish was the best use for a newspaper. After all, news has always had a short time span, easily replaced by the next news. Hardly anyone reads newspapers today and if they do, its an . . .
There seems to be a lot of "not nice" going around these days, ever since that horrible man took over the Oval. And much of the not nice is politically motivated, even if it's clothed in something else in an attempt to make it sound more reasonable than it is. Or more high falutin'. Sometimes it's . . .
Sometimes I toss and turn, sleepless, my head full of musings on topics and wide as the ocean. Here's a sampling from one such night. Brides Looking at photos of happy, smiling brides yesterday, women who have just married one another. And in a Facebook posts, groups of women who love women out . . .
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. ~Maya Angelou When Dr. Angelou used this metaphor all those years ago to represent the racism and oppression of her people, we . . .
When we enter the social media jungle we'll find assumptions. And at least a little judgment and sometimes quite a lot. After all, many social media friends don't have more than a superficial friendship with us, right? They don't really KNOW us. Well, maybe. Sometimes they know us way too well. . . .
We're all judgmental. That's just a fact. If you have an opinion about anything you judge. That's the way it works. We're always judging. Sometimes we even judge people for being judgmental, in some weird round robin kind of thing. But we do judge. Usually, we keep judgment in check by letting it . . .