Polly and Dolores: Ode to My Inbox.
Obviously, I chose the names for the alliteration. So imagine my stupefaction when I learned Polly means 'great sorrow', as does Dolores.
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Jenine Baines
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.
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.
Striving For Balance: Lessons In Yin & Yang, Darkness & Light.
{source} As a Libran with balancing issues — whether in or out of Yoga class — I have always thought that nothing could top the scales as our symbol. Just as mosquitoes and Dracula crave blood, so we Librans must suck in nice, big, slurps of balance in order to thrive. Weight one ...
To Be Or Not To Be? Finding Ourselves Through Lessons From Mr. Ed.
{source} In one hour I am going to receive a shipment of dirt. This is very good news. For some reason none of us who play in the sandbox called my apartment’s Community Garden can quite figure out, the soil there has gone wacko. Here it is, 90 degrees by 10 a.m., and all the beds are refusing ...
Learning To Stretch & Break Free Of The Cobwebs That Bind Us.
Every now and then, I simply want to chuck all this surrendering business I’ve been exploring… I look up at the sky, scowl, and raise a manicured fist. “What’s your problem?” I grouse. “Would you please go pick on someone else for a change?” But Joe Ellis was relentless in fifth grade, and so, ...
Saint Jagger: The Gospel According To Mick.
December 7, 1941 may be my country’s Day of Infamy, but my personal DOI took place 31 years later, on July 9, 1972. This was the day I was supposed to be at St. Louis’ Kiel Auditorium with my friend Alice for a performance of The Rolling Stones. The operative phrase, here, is supposed to ...
How Can We Learn From The Mysteries Of Life, Even When The Mystery Sucks?
After I die and God drops by my place in heaven for a cup of tea, I don’t think I’ll open our discussion with questions about why the rest of us had to be banished because Adam ate an apple or why decent people get knocked cosmically upside the head while perfectly monstrous facsimiles ...
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 ...