“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.’ We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”—
A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”, Harper Collins, 1992. From Chapter 7, Section 3])
is not an easy choice made with heartless intent. Often times it is necessary and difficult. Sometimes it is necessary and easily pushed out of your mind in order to continue with your life. Very rarely. If ever, is it done with callously. When it is, there is usually another underlying cause that…
“Having left my job at Sotheby’s, I’m relieved to have so much more time on my hands. Not only are there appointments to fit in, but there is also the ongoing admin. Then there is the wedding gift list…”—
I will be so sad when February is over and this Tumblr goes quiet for a while. It’s given me ROFLcopters throughout this, America’s Black History Month. Maybe the makers will do a special one for the UK in October? Amen.
On Monday, I ended up at my local Accident and Emergency hospital after developing shooting pains in my chest and back. I - a product of this narcissistic and indulgent culture - tweeted my way through it.
Oh yes I did. Here’s the Twitter Timeline of Pain™. [Note the swing from fairly upbeat to utter despair and slight delirium.]
9:28pm – Slight change of plan for this evening: A&E instead of Glee.
9:49pm – Monday night A&E is the most depressing place ever, FYI. Not fun or festive; that’s Saturday.
9:58pm – Thanks all for A&E questions: it’s not a crime of passion, just really weird shooting pains in my back; hurts when breathe…
10:27pm – Somewhere in the middle of the EKG (ECG?), I remembered to be thankful for choosing a pretty bra this morning. Ill, yes. But also shallow.
“Two new comedies about friends who have sex-sans-romance tell us that it’s not just all right to hang out with opposite-sex pals: it’s also normal to shag them, without expecting that the afterglow will involve any greater display of emotion than a high-five.”—
Some days, I love writing. My fingers fly across the keyboard, words flow, birdsong fills the air. And then there are days like this; unfallen, self-pitying tears spike my lashes, dread and doubt stalk me and words are my enemies. I need to ovary up, man.