https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=APeAXKmkVcI Change your mind and change the world. A feel good love-fest. Sharing to get wider distribution. It’s just pee.
Abuse is a funny sort of thing. I mean not funny “ha ha”, but more like funny “oh”. I met a great person in a trauma survivors group. As a youth, she was beat up by her mother. A lot. The more she cried, the harder she’d get hit. So she learned not to cry. … More Someone else’s story
Date: unknown (2012?) I can allow the enlightenment that sits in me to guide me. And I call it instinct. It is my truth, for me to follow. instinct with integrity instinct of compassion.
Even now An arm around my shoulder gives me the rush of uncomfortable promise Like the pedophiles who never went far enough for me to tell anyone about it As though anyone was there to be told in the first place
Photos from my walk Toronto. booming city o my heart. As soon as the sun shines. I’m yours forever. all of your sprawling plain-ness In all your cultural uniqueness your idiosyncratic wandering paths your backyard decay peeping through the alleys your dead ends your gardens your people the sound of your wildlife and the remains … More Wee little city
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Growth habit: unknown It was a dark and stormy night. You were having a beer. I was flying a kite. You looked up from your Economist smiled and said you-wanna-miss? … And I said. I love to garden.
This blog has been edited to respect the names and places of people in my family. I have no authority spreading stories I have not investigated myself. Though I talk about my mother, this is my story. Thank you for reading it. Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from … More Mothering my mother (killing the Narcissist within)
The poem below is an expression of myself at a certain point in my life and how I view my own childhood and the trap of childhood in general when we are born to the wrong parents. I occasionally edit it. The letter ‘N’ has always been a thorn in my side. It has been … More My Horrible Little Book
Stare into the middle distance Listen to the words you are fighting Now you are Squinting. Squinting into the middle distance Listen to the words you are fighting You’re peeking at enlightenment. Open your eyes wide The light won’t blind, as our body is trained to believe. This light gives sight At every level of … More Objectivity makes objects of a valuable lesson