This is about real people who are hurting and in pain and in need of healing. This is about a world that is in need of healing. And this is about creating the means to rebel against the systems of injustice that kill and maim and wound us all. This is about standing together as a global community, comprised of billions of individual humans. It's about humanity, damnit! And it's about time we are all finally treated as humans.
Serve, but serve love as the main course. Serve it to those who are hungry, those who have been flying to and from the hive at the master's beck and call so long they've forgotten that they are the ones creating the riches!
Adopting an attitude of mindfulness requires effort. We are continually programmed in many societies to reject the possibility that satisfaction can occur moment by moment. We are taught to want more, strive for more, dream bigger, and push forward toward our goals...
My story is OUR story. It is a story about setting things right, despite the difficulties. The story is about the healing of our selves, our species, and our planet. It is a story that is ready to be written.
Talented is really the only word I can come up with for this poet. A relative unknown to the western world in which I reside, this 20th Century Chinese poet is, a contemporary gift to the world. And sharing his work is my gift to you.
Within change, lie the moments of magic and miracles. Manifesting change is within the realm of possibilities. Coming to the crossroads allows for choice. Choosing a path is of monumental importance. Which path will you choose?
It wasn’t yet hot, but it would be. It would be the hottest day of my life, long, sweltering, and painful---from beginning to end. Because that day was the end. And pain is hot. Regret is unbearable, like a summer day that drives you inside for relief, but with regret, there is no relief. No escape from the heat.
Bullying reads like hate mail. And Our Children are refusing further delivery. They are rebelling against these crushing and hurtful words. They are returning to sender unread, and with a new message attached.
Royal Southern Brotherhood
Bukowski mused, there’s nothing like yellow panties in the morning.
I don’t know. I don’t wear panties.
For me, there’s nothing like a satisfied Muse in the morning.
Thanks to the generosity of some behind the scenes folks with The Royal Southern Brotherhood, I woke a few days back completely satisfied, having caught a killer show once again.
These royal gentlemen served up a treat scrumptious enough to satiate the sold out crowd at Knucklehead’s Saloon in Kansas City along a Midwest run.
The powerful combination of musicians were kind enough to spread some Southern Love to the masses, fulfilling a common yearning among the show-goers. And amassed they were—among the neon lights—a hungry crowd fully prepared to bite off more than it could chew and willing to take every...
"You know those days when you get the mean reds? The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of...The only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's."