Tag Archive: Vulnerability

Empathy in a cold world

  It may be a form of coping mechanism. We trick ourselves into believing that other people’s pain can’t possibly be as painful as ours. As if I feel more when I cut myself on a knife than my neighbor does. Theoretically this may be true, because pain is hard... Read More

September 6, 2017 Leave your thoughts

Naked

  In my search for solutions, I found grains. They are like ancient friends that have been around for more than ten thousand years. Every culture has their own grain, it seems. And in some cultures, they referred to their own, particular kind as Mother. Not so strange since the... Read More

April 26, 2017 Leave your thoughts

The empty book of love

In going through the mess on my computer yesterday I found an intriguing folder. It was named The book of love. I couldn’t remember that I had ever written that book, so I opened it, naturally. Inside the folder was a document, also called The book of love. And the... Read More

April 9, 2017 Leave your thoughts

God in the bumps

  God comes to you disguised as your life, said Paula D’Arcy. I read this today and it rung true. Long ago, as a small girl with pigtails, I thought of my future life as a straight line forward. There were neither bumps, potholes or sharp curves. Instead there was... Read More

September 29, 2016 2 Comments

To be as free as I want to be

There are times I look at birds flying in the sky, carefree and brave, and wish I was them. I am not particularly fond of heights, but it is their freedom that I envy them. I used to think of freedom as freedom of expression, of speech and of religion.... Read More

August 23, 2016 2 Comments

Transformational love. It can suck.

  There are some basic truths to life: Everybody will get blisters. Love is overrated. No, this is better: Pimples are inevitable. Love hurts. Or, how about this one: All will have bad hair days. Love sucks. And then the ultimate: The blisters, the pimples and the bad hair days... Read More

April 28, 2016 3 Comments

My head is a circle

This is most likely not the case with you, but personally I feel like a cracked pot. It was appropriate when my daughter, then five, looked at me once and asked: “Mom, why do you have so many cracks in your face?” It wasn’t the most flattering thing anybody has... Read More

February 3, 2016 10 Comments

When my life is viewed from a mountain top

I was standing at a mountain top looking down at the world. From my point of view it all looked so small, like a toy-world.  Inside the houses people may have been arguing or making pancakes. Perhaps they were cleaning the fridge or reading a book. It was impossible to... Read More

October 28, 2015 7 Comments

Shitty days and Metaphysics

                                  Some days are just shitty. Sorry to use such a strong word, but there are times when strong words are the only words that suffice. These are the days when your dog has... Read More

February 17, 2015 1 Comment