Lack Attracts More Lack: Writing for the Right Reasons.
This epiphany is writing itself into my life like a stylus on an Etch A Sketch, attracting filaments of goodness and gifts in an array of configurations.
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Jenine Baines
Coincidences Are Not Coincidences: My Shadow and I. {poetry}
I must face my shadow side if I am to evolve into what the Bodhisattva poet-warrior of loving kindness 7th-century Buddhist monk Shantideva describes below.
The Sport Of Forgiveness.
Oh, how I loathe Consequences -- the psychological equivalent of a pair of Spanx. Consequences not only squeeze us, they often spank us too. For a people-pleaser who wants everyone to love her, the possibility that my C-people will never forgive me packs a whuppin’ of pain.
The Coloring Book Called Life.
Some cards you look at, think how pretty, how nice, or how funny, and toss. Other cards are keepers. You put them away in a special place and, when you need a quick boost of emotional B12, shake them out and gulp them down. Every now and then, a card arrives that is like a shell on the beach, a ...
Playing With Mean Barbie.
I have come to a conclusion. The residents of Dallas are Texas’ version of tin men. They have no heart. Oh, they’re perfectly shined and pretty. They smile. They speak with a cute hospitable twang. But when they say y’all, they really mean not you. Unless, of course, you have passed The ...
Suicide by Chicken Liver: Why I Chose to be a Poet.
{Photo via Tumblr} I can’t remember not loathing numbers. For instance, one of my earliest memories is of sitting at a desk in a classroom, near tears as I stared at my workbook, utterly baffled as to how many nickels equaled one dime. Who cared? Nor did I see the need to spend even one second ...