How to Recycle a Compostable Heart.
Just like you, your pain is organic, compostable. It never vanishes because nothing in nature just disappears. The natural mechanism of life is change.
After a While, You Learn: Jorge Luis Borges.
I like him because he used his art as an inescapable way into the tunnels of the heart, where -- with closed eyes but open mouth -- he bravely captured his own darkness, and then brought it out into the ephemeral, mundane light for the world to touch: Here, here, don’t be afraid, it’s only flesh.
Blessed Be Your Longing, Your Endless Ache, Your Sharp Crystal Shatter, Your Sea-Glass Heart.
Blessed be your slaughtered dreams and your cynical projection. Blessed be your fire of initiation and your ritual of comfort. Blessed be your secret shame.
corporal punishment: time to recycle that can of whup-ass in the dust bin of history
A child needs at least one safe haven in a world full of expected and unexpected dangers and surprises. That place should be in their own home.