It can no longer be like the good ol’ days, where you scratch your privileged friends’ backs and bypass laws and conscience. The karmic wheel spins faster than ever before. Did you know that secrets have evolved into an air-like substance? They cannot be contained.
Being 'well-rounded' implies that there are discrete parts to a person, that they should pick and choose a little of this and a little of that. That their experiences alone -- what they seem to be good at -- should direct them towards what they ought to include in their Trivial Pursuit pie-chart of personhood. That who and what they are is primarily elemental and secondarily systemic.
Approximately 27 million people of at least 136 different nationalities are currently enslaved in 118 different countries. Why do humans enslave people? What has to change within societies around the globe to bring slavery to an end?
Know that we’re all part of a bigger, abstract picture our eyes were never intended to make sense of. And in all our childlike and blissful ignorance, she takes care of us in a way won’t know because it’s veiled behind colours we can’t see. Feel the love and find the connection.
I was often sad, angered, confused, out-of-my-mind insane about what was happening to my mother. Not to mention, she lied so damn much. She lied to all of us. The entire time she claimed how much she loved him, how he had loved her—that his behaviour was just his way of loving.
"When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds: Your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great, and wonderful world."
How do we do nothing in the culture that is full of everything? How do we access nothing in a society that worships bigger, better and faster? How do we stay still when we are surrounded by chaos? How do we replace indifference with neutrality?
I learned that fear doesn’t always hurt, and grace isn’t always pretty. I learned that sometimes, you need to sink fully into your fear and roll around with it until you are so beat and bruised that the bluing of your scars starts to get lost in the scent of your skin and it combines to form a sticky sweet color that you cant help but love.
Routine takes bravery, and so does breaking it. What if I have nothing to return to? Well, that is the point. What if? Willingness to let it all go is the ingredient to shine and be sexy and shameless.
This is a pivotal moment for the Catholic Church. A moment when it can choose to step up and embrace the social changes that are happening globally and discard the old dogma that only serves to alienate the emerging social consciousness of humanity. A paradigm shift for the Catholic Church will only come to be when it makes a lateral move from hubris to humility.
It is essential for us to see that each point of human contact can be an act of love, an opportunity to stoke a fire. A chance to shrug off those temptingly warm blankets of suspicion and frustration that seem to cling so easily to us during the course of our static electric days. We can find the small moments of openness, of vulnerability, of humility in any interaction. We can capitalize on moments of extension, of conversations and connections that feel authentic at a gut level.
This place was once one of the slave trading centers of Western Africa. Even though it is now a quite touristic isle exhibiting beautiful colonial-style architecture, its dark side of human history was almost palpable in the air.
If you’re wealthy enough, I reasoned, you can afford to wear fewer clothes. I imagined one day being so important, being so close to the center of all things, that I could toss off a blistering critique during the Q&A of the latest Terry Malick release, wearing nothing but Vivienne Westwood ankle boots and an air of wry aplomb.
She had walked to the shore to find her reflection and ask it one more time, “Why. Why. Why is this happening?!” As she fell to her knees she welcomed the waves that were inside her to now knock her down. One after the other reminding her of all the pressure that ran through her heart.
If they have a talent they respect it...They do not ask for the cleverness which shows itself in continual lying. They want especially, if they are artists, freshness, elegance, humanity...Besides, they are fastidious.
In his fantasy she fought for him. In his dream she recognized this part of him and eliminated the shadows. She stood up, caressed his face and told him it would be alright. In the mist of his heart she said "enough, what do I need to do for you" and then proceeded to do it. In the fog of his mind she said "None of them matter, only you do. I will do whatever it takes to be with you." That was his dream, and outside of it those words would have exploded into a warmth never seen before in his heart.
Oh, goddess, I am sorry. I'm sorry that I wasn't there.
Thousands of miles away, as you lay naked, torn - ripped apart, body and soul.
I am sorry that I held my silence for so long, far too long.
I am sorry that I still don't know what to do.
“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”