The best poet the world hasn't heard of. Yet.
I started painting again this summer. I go to a recovery center where I consider my recovery to be recovery from the early experiences with my family of origin. I created these pictures at the center.
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I found that when I was without a place, like you walk into a house or an apartment or a room, you say, “This is my place,” I compartmentalized everything into a pause button except staying safe and alive. I am gradually coming out of that place. I don’t quite remember how I found out that Kamala Harris was the Democratic Nominee for president.
I don’t know that I have experienced what Reverend Mitchell talks about toward the last third of his video, a taste of universal love. I have spent a lot of time in what I call survival mode, and I don’t have judgement about my being there, where I had compartmentalized everything else and honed in on doing ‘the next survival thing.’
Continue reading “This Love”I’m a meta-physician. I believe that Jesus the Christ was very good at being a meta-physician. He wasn’t a Christian since there were no Christian churches. He was probably a more advanced spiritual being wearing a meat suit like us, and more closely aligned with the universal mind than us.
Continue reading “Since I Had to Say Something”Gratitude falls down
into a valley
on a hoof-kicked stone.
I’m sharing a 21 day practice that was passed on to me.
I don’t usually use the word “God” for the universal presence because the word comes with a lot of connotations of a man in the sky or organized religion that I don’t agree with.
Continue reading “Recitation”I asked the universe to let me hate whiteness instead of hating people when they disappoint like clockwork. Since I have been homeless for two years, hating is far too easy and harmful to me, and to me alone.
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This morning I posted this on Facebook on a closed fundraiser there. It’s starting to get so that I feel like I should share my things here.
This sounds harebrained. But, someone once said life makes sense if you can see it backwards. If you can see the end, you will know that the things that came before make sense.
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