Tag: love
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I hated coloring inside the lines, so I decided to make my own
I hated coloring inside the lines, so I decided to make my own. As soon as that sentence entered my head, I knew it was important. I knew it was more than the sum of its words’ meanings.
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A Tale In Binary
On Catherine and I ⚥ I am an entropy creation machine 🌊, and she is an entropy reversal system 💫. We are like the perfect pair of Hindu ॐ Dieties; we are Shiva allinone dat da . ∞ We are the yin and the yang ☯ Ororborus head to tail ⛎ T h e l…
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Love In The Time Of Maga
This is the great work of love. This is the work that I am here for. Those of you who read these words, I genuinely thank you. You are watching me do this work in real time.
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We Get To…
When we carry each other we fly.
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Oh the Tapestries we weave
Borders are pointless. They’re just artificial constraints rooted in outdated fictions that separate us, as if geography defines worth. Nationalism breeds division and strangleholds us with power imbalances. It’s time to yank on that thread of nationalism, unraveling the collective insanity, and embrace our shared humanity instead of maintaining childish boundaries.
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Hopefully Flying The Soft-Shoe Of Winged Feet.
“Love will win because at the heart, the core, the ceur, the cure para mi Corazon, nothing really means what you think it means.”
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for those who do not see the light
Hate rally at MSG?I can’t say I did not see that coming…I shouldn’t make light, but if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry. And light is what we need. Anybody who talks about other humans the way those “patriots” did should be ashamed of themselves. I hope with every fiber in my being that if any…
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Lostalgia
Sometimes I look back on my childhood Summers visiting my mother’s extended family in Blasdell, New York near Buffalo and realize that so much of what was there is gone. Primarily some of the people, but also some of the buildings, parks, homes that I used to visit. When I dwell on it, it can…
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Lessons from Gram: Spreading Kindness and Joy
I don’t think a day goes by that I don’t think of my grandmother, Rosemary. She was just a force of loving-kindness. I can only hope to leave half the mark on the world that she did in her 66 years. So many of the qualities I like about myself come from her. And she…
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Sunday, March 12, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017. Of course it was a Sunday. Sundays have always been hard for me. (I was going to type “hard”… then I thought “‘difficult’ would be better” and I started to type “difficult” and then I went back to “hard” because sometimes you really don’t need more syllables to make the same…