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90) Gratitude Day 8: Loneliness

I am grateful for loneliness. It also sucks.  Being lonely isn’t exactly the kind of thing one yearns for generally.  Imagine the kid in grade 2, and the teacher, all gung ho to connect with the kids this year and REALLY give them a good educational, inspirational experience.   “So what do you want to…

81) The Feeling of Falling

I hesitate to put my fingers to keys.Words are too solid.  Once produced, they sit, motionless, changeless, static. Even the most poetic depiction of something that moves, breathes, sparks into life, Is like a box, with solid sides and a solid bottom and a solid lidEncapsulating whatever is insideIn the confines of its walls But what I…

73) Dear Ancestors,

For most of my life, I have wondered what I would pass on to future generations.  Would I leave a legacy for my descendants to feel proud of?  Would I have my picture in textbooks that kids would study someday?  Would I be some “important figure in history”?  Would I write a song that people…

72) Purpose — Part 4 — In Between

“Purpose” seems to involve a lot of striving, searching, tearing down, opening up, trying, growing.  It seems to involve a lot of self, of authenticity and humility, vulnerability and trust.  And it seems to involve a lot of “other”, of succumbing to fear or of reaching out in love.   These are all stepping stones. …

67) Purpose: A Four-part series — Part 1 — “Tearing Down the Wall”

This title comes from Pink Floyd’s brilliant album, The Wall.    The Wall is a 3-level album.  At the first level, it is a personal narrative, a musical autobiographical allegory of Roger Waters himself, centered around a fictional character named, appropriately enough, “Pink”.  At the second level, it is a narrative of the experiences of…

65) Protesting: What’s the point? It’s just a bunch of ‘activists’ getting arrested and stopping traffic or some shit, amiright?

Extinction Rebellion Bridge Shut-down, October 7, 2019 Sitting on the Bloor St Viaduct, my ratty brown long-sleeved shirt folded up beneath me to use as a meditation mat, I closed my eyes.  The woman leading us through the group meditation was talking about the sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous system, asking us to appreciate things like…

50) Dirty Feet (TW: suicide, sexual assault)

(NOTE:  I realized recently that the author of this post is unspecified, and some people have thought it is me.  To be clear, this is a letter sent to me by someone who took my classes, and I thought I had commented that it was my “first guest post”, but clearly I didn’t here.  Sorry…

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