Daer Target, Goodbye. We’ve been together for a long, long time. Decades, in fact. But I can’t continue to accept your bad behaviors. You took a stand and supported the LGBTQIA+ community. Then you abandoned them. (“Scaling back” to some stores, my ass. It’s a chickenshit move.) You started to support vendors who are people of color. You emphasized hiring minorities. And then, at the first sign of trouble, you lost all of your principles and…
Two skills have moved the needle toward “being well” more than, well, almost anything else I can think of in my life.
Everything, everywhere, is made up. I mean, there are things that for all practical purposes are real, but in terms of human existence and perception? Made up. A lot of people have tried to get this idea across, in one way and another. The meat ship.The river.The Ship of Theseus.The sound of one hand clapping. The White King’s dream. The Simulation. At the moment, I’m far less interested in the truth of this, than I am in…
I’d like to see this trend spread. I’d like to become more conscious, more intentional. More awake.
I have long struggled with fading or failing memory. I thought I’d try to write the re-creation of my life, the semi-autobiography, that I’ve wanted to write for years.
If you receive many gifts and take them for granted, you will receive fewer and fewer gifts.
Real value isn’t saving things forever. The real value is seeing things while they happen.
Everyone wants to be seen and loved. And oh, man…it’s terrifying to move into a position where you can be seen.
How does one spend a lifetime learning to be different, be quiet, be smaller, be less weird, be less you….and then tell the truth? How do you go about finding that out?
I don’t know. Yet.