The word Contentment used to plague me.
Watching others with such little life experience, so few dreams, and no curiosity as they stood before me in a state of pure, blissed out contentment, as I struggled to calm my beating heart long enough to stay in one place.
My seeking personality has always been so desperate to feel every bit of this planet, know everything there was to know, engage with as many people as possible, and stretch my existence to experience everything I possibly could in one lifetime, all for the purpose of feeling just an ounce of that contentment that they so freely expressed.
Yet as I looked on at those who reached contentment so instantaneously with so much less, I cursed my seeking heart and the endless curiosity that seemed to stand in the way of the state of being I so longed for.
My personal standards for contentment, having been set so high, were...
It might even be a bit risqué for some, but it's perfect for me. Meditating as if I am romancing myself connects me first to my physical body and then lets me relax mentally. I can settle into a stillness that I can't otherwise seem to achieve.
When we step away from sacralizing our fancy boots and handbags, and even our handsome rockstars, to acknowledge that it is not the objects themselves that will satisfy our sacred desires, we make a space for the transcendent to enter.
It came to my attention that I was disturbing my own peace by compulsively checking Facebook all day long. And I noticed that I usually felt worse by the end of my FB visit. More separate, more disconnected, even from myself.
Yes, you like the Green Divas, but you're going to 'Love' the GDGD (Green Divas Global Digital) Radio Network. You'll get a little more Green Divas, but a lot more of some of our favorite voices for change.
Detox lasts four or five days. The day before I was to be discharged, a social worker visited me and this time I was wise enough to agree to accept additional help after I left. I signed up for an intensive outpatient rehab center located near where I was living.
Contrary to popular belief, Instagram is not just about cat photos, selfies,and reminders of what people ate for dinner. It's an interactive library, a buzzing network of creativity, and there are many talented writers who use Instagram as a beautiful means of self-expression, transforming the medium into a veritable smorgasbord of inspiration, profundity, and awesome.
As a trained first responder, he will be fully equipped to handle whatever hot mess you have gotten yourself into. Don't be afraid to show him your freshly mangled heart. Without a hint of judgment he will touch your cold clammy skin, kiss your blue lips, and fearlessly witness the look of shock in your eyes. Remember, he has seen it all.
I wait until all the guests have left and the hosts have given themselves over to sleep. Emerging from my hiding place, stomach rounded, I'm pregnant with stories. Waddling away, shadowed hands holding my ankles, it's hard to leave my under-the-table place of seduction.
We must be prepared to look outside of the box and think for ourselves, creatively. Our practice becomes boldly and playfully straying off the path (physically and metaphorically) so that we might return to a place of natural curiosity that came so easily when we were kids, all without expectation or judgment.
By Barry John Johnson.
It is a beautiful day. I am sitting in the park on a beach towel reading a book about how to be a writer.
I am reading a section discussing how to select what to write about. The author is recommending to write about the mundane, the trivial, then break it down to try to find greater meaning in it.
Just then, I hear a sneeze. I can somehow tell that it is a kid’s sneeze, for sure. What struck me as unusual was that the sneeze featured an extended ending. There was an extra fluttering of the lips and commensurate noise, as if intentional, but obviously organic. The overall sneeze lasted longer than what might be expected with the greater noise of this fluttering lip effect.
I don’t know if this was a one-time deal for this kid or if this is how he sneezes all of the time. It’s just that it was clearly distinct, out of the ordinary.
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After getting out to help, I noticed a Canadian license plate from the corner of my eye. I froze with fear. I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book. Fox News had spent years warning me about the dangers of encountering foreigners, and despite my best vigilance, here I was in the grips of death.