Two roads diverged in an Uber wood We took the path Untralleved by A thoughtless daughter and invisible son To meet agents of change For melted rice and revolt A pastoral professor, street prophet, cat woman, stray man and hungry ghost Seeking more than fajitas and reign We, the parched people Do disdain Injured injustice…Read more Mortal Garden
Dreams
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.- Joseph Campbell
Dear Marsha,
How do we build a life worth living?Professor of behavioral psychiatry and director of Research and Therapy at the University of Washington in Seattle, Marsha Linehan is the founder of a clinical intervention called Dialectical Behavior Therapy, or DBT; a tool that has helped many people hammer their way out of hell, including Marsha. Building…Read more Dear Marsha,
Ziji
Ziji: Buddhist concept of the shining light of divine radiance The building was a layer cake of sheer chaos, divided by shattered windows, narrow stairwells and screaming. You won't find anything sweet like frosting here. She pulled me into the mailroom with desperate urgency which I can't stand first thing in the morning. It was…Read more Ziji
Sweet Nothing
The Gum Wall (do not chew on this) Say a word for Jimmy Brown He ain't got nothing at all -Sweet Nuthin' Velvet Underground We need fantasy to survive because reality's too difficult.- Lady Gaga PTSD turned 40 this year but it's still acting like a teenager; defiant, cliquey, hormonal and a little bit selfish.…Read more Sweet Nothing
Mental Alchemy
"You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better."- Yann Martel, Life of Pi Once upon a time, our thoughts were made of crap and hay. Hey. Hey. Hey! Now they're solid gold. Ta da! It's not that our grief is…Read more Mental Alchemy
Behind a Glass Wall
Dreams are deferred for all kinds of reasons; historical oppression, systemic greed, lack of resources, confidence, trust, motivation, sleep. At various points in my life I’ve assumed certain comforts and goals were unattainable for people like me; poor and spoiled. Not the ‘silver spoon in mouth’ kind of spoiled, but the rotten egg, inherently worthless,…Read more Behind a Glass Wall
Between Three Worlds
The last time I saw him, he wearing an uncharacteristically large overcoat, standing in front of a clothesline, smoking. Nothing like him at all. Adding to that, he was angry and had his back turned towards us. I can't blame him for the anger. We were angry too. And sad. It's still surreal to think…Read more Between Three Worlds
