My recent run-in . . . left me grounded, under a pile of feathers and melted wax.
Leslie Verner cracks the door open to the connection we crave - at a time we need it the most.
This hamster wheel has left me soul-tired and gasping for breath. Just recently, though, I’ve crashed into something that’s stopped the spinning . . .
When I peek into my own heart, I see him sitting there too: My very own metaphorical money frog, snugly tucked away, under blankets of saintly denial.
Living in this space makes me ponder purpose anew. There will always, always be the next level, street crossing or conquest ahead. And for a few moments, I’ll feel I’ve arrived - as if I have purpose in my cross-hairs. But I’m starting to realize that in this game, purpose is ever-elusive.
The views from here are breathtaking, but also a bit terrifying . . .
By Nichole Woo Guest Post at Leslie Verner's scrapingraisins.com: Last Place in the Human Race
"I long for a mobility of obedience that moves forward, even in darkness."
Grateful for this space at the Mudroom today: http://mudroomblog.com/when-narrow-bends-wide/
I sort of don’t fit in here. That doesn’t mean I haven’t tried. But at 5’10” with frizzy, auburn hair and pale, white skin I haven’t got a chance. Walking Taipei’s narrow alleyways, riding the subway or cramming into an elevator, I feel a strange kinship to this: Though acutely aware of my high-level … Continue reading A Beautiful Melon’s Unofficial Guide to Cultural Literacy