There's nothing good in that phone for you, dear

There's nothing good in that phone for you, dear

I know I know I know: I am guilty of spending hours on the phone, looking for the notification-to-end-all-notifications—THEY LOVE YOU. They really do. They approve of you. It's right there in your Facebook feed. It's in your Instagram 💕. It's that secret message in your inbox. THEY LOVE ME. They really love me. I am okay. I am lovable. See? I've got lots and lots of notifications.

exercise as a spiritual practice

exercise as a spiritual practice

My husband used to talk about how, when he'd play basketball, he'd go into a zen state—empty mind, nothingness. Kind of like what I imagine the fabled runner's high must feel like.  

"I can't get out of my head when I exercise," I'd say. I would always think about the pain, the itchiness of the sweat, and how hot I was. 

Until I started kickboxing (of all things) to Prince.  

When I kick and punch (I am so not confrontational, it's really strange to be saying that) I am all body and rhythm, and the music makes it a transcendent experience. It hurts but I feel stronger and I don't notice.  

I can fall out of this state and this practice , and it starts to become pain again. But when I return to the point where I don't think—kicks, body, rhythm—I get back to transcendence again. 

Anyone can find this. I'm not special. I just decided that I would.  

PHOTO CREDIT: 

Jason Briscoe, Unsplash  

Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence, won't you come out and play?

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
that you are part of everything
Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round
Look around round round
Look around

Dear Prudence, let me see you smile
Dear Prudence, like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence, won't you let me see you smile?

— John Lennon & Paul Mccartney, © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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Why you want to create

Why you want to create

You crave creativity because you are creation itself, not just this on/off binary shit. Life is more than black and white, on and off, ones and zeros. Life is a full-on, multicolor, shades of gray experience ... and that is what calls you to create, to make stuff offline, with your hands. 

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Dark Florals, by Annie Spratt via UnSplash

Everybody's stealing something

Everybody's stealing something

I used to shoplift lipstick from the cosmetics counter. Small and easy to slip in my pocket.  

Now I steal time—moments that "should" be "spent" on something else (like writing this when I should be getting ready for work). 

Sometimes I steal kisses from my son's cheeks when he is sleeping. Even though he's a teenager, I can still get away with that.  

It's all about perception —what you think you shouldn't have (except the lipstick thing. That's plain theft, although I still thought I couldn't have said it outright by buying it).  

I can give myself permission to write in these moments instead of feeling guilty that I should be doing something else. 

Everybody's stealing something.  

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