If you blame another for your suffering you also give them the power to heal that suffering.
Once you stop blaming, you can take back that power and heal yourself.
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10 tiny philosophical nuggets for a happier life
Tautological truisms and two tiny posts – part two. Hurt.
Hurt people hurt people. If we hurt those who hurt they will hurt while they hurt. We need to heal.
Tagged with: blue scrotum, heal, help, hurt, life, squished cheese
Posted in Culture / News, General, Rants, Self-Help
Posted in Culture / News, General, Rants, Self-Help
Driving ourselves mad – Cars and modern crashes
Since I find highways slightly less interesting than examining my toenail clippings I will instead focus on how this story acts as a great example of how this country tears itself in half by remaining stubbornly and deliberately blind to how things are.
Tagged with: cars, choices, contradictions, lemon flavoured mice, life, self-help, speed limits, splitting
Posted in Culture / News, Rants, Self-Help
Posted in Culture / News, Rants, Self-Help
The distance between what is and what should be
For the first few months of this Blog I posted all the time, sometimes several posts in a day. Alas life has changed somewhat and I am struggling to post once or twice a week. I’m sure that things will…
No Better Time – A Poem
As I rise I see outside The boundaries of me My house diminishes From sanctuary to sand grain Everything is plain All the wasted misery That fed nothing but vanity I am only salt dissolved in waves Ready at last…
University of Strife – A poem
I have a question for you Is it something to do With life’s university That I can thrive in adversity Shrug off the bad critique Or the abuse of my technique Cry “hell no, I am me,” In the face…
Tapestry – A Poem
Life began As simple seeds From which we spun Fine threads Then wove Tapestries Of meaning In which we watch Warp and weft As if they were Life itself So in love With the cleverness Of our making We…
Six tiny stories that might be poems
Car My parents left me a dirty ball To play with. “Don’t worry”, they said, “it’s good weather for sunbathing.” Bomb The explosion blinded. In all the protest we could not see the cost of living. Cogito Uh-Oh Son I…
Pond Scum – A Poem (nicer than it sounds!)
We all came from the same pond slime without mind coalesced this is a unity we constantly forget Not a heritage of shameful scum but a lesson in what can happen if we let things run Showing us…
Tagged with: control, creative, human nature, letting go, life, life flow, nature, philosophy, poem, pond scum, religion, unity, writing
Posted in Poetry
Posted in Poetry
Got to go there to get here – A Poem
Got to go there to get here I taught myself to make flies, To clean a reel, and unsnare a line; How to measure the float to hook And set the right weight of lead If after a pike…
