Trump is a master manipulator and pot stirrer. What’s shocking is how many people believed him - and continue to do so. I never would have imagined such mass delusion was possible. Social media certainly was the fan fueling the fire.
This practice works. Becoming your own best friend opens doors to unimaginable, limitless possibilities. Letting go of what no longer serves us creates more inner space, more energy, more creativity and joy. As we become more of who really are, our hearts open, not only to ourselves, but to all beings. I have a bumper sticker that says “The Real Revolution Will Be Love.” And it has to start with self love, self compassion.
This has really piqued my interest in Bowie. Of course I grew up during his reign and really enjoyed his incredible creativity but I’m forgetting some of it. It would be great to watch a documentary on him. I’m also interested in his wife Iman, an icon herself.
Interesting. I have also wondered why so many people have ADHD. The one area that I think could also be investigated is how this syndrome affects the partner of someone with this disorder. I could foresee major complications.
I sat here riveted by this mother’s tenacity and courage. The drug cartels in San Fernando are ruthless, kidnapping the young and holding them for ransom. This story is heartbreaking. “Hope is a toxin that poisons many families of the missing.”
Sounds like a really self possessed woman. Would love to read her memoir about Greenwich Village in the Sixties. I had access to the city in 1970 and it was dripping with hipness, artistic expression and a very eclectic vibe. New York was always a destination throughout my life. I’m so grateful I knew this innovative and creative time in NYC’s history.
The only Pixar movie I have seen was Toy Story. And I loved it. Pete Docter sounds like he has continued to write imaginative movies that have depth, meaning and content that makes one reflect and think. This is what is needed within the animated “children’s genre” because perhaps the adults have gotten too busy to actually pause and ponder what’s really important in life.
My biggest fear is that Donald Trump will never go away. I feel he will always be nursing his loss by rallying his degenerate supporters and inciting more domestic violence. Perhaps this will be how we, as a country, finally come together.
Fascinating. I did not know anything about Substack. “Substack is a natural fit for the influencer, the pundit, the personality, the political contrarian. It’s debatable whether this represents “a better future for news.” I have to think it’s not for the reasons mentioned in this article - “lack of collaboration between writers, editors, copy editors, fact checkers and producers.”
I never heard of “place cells.” Fascinating to think that I’m actually “feeding” my cells as I walk, that they are taking in the scenery too! Thankfully, I naturally look all around because I walk in beautiful, hilly neighborhoods that border a vast river. So lots of natural beauty and sounds. Walking is one of my greatest joys - fills me with inspiration and gratitude. I prefer to walk alone to enjoy the deep peace.
Art, in all it’s expressions - painting, sculpture, mosaic, collage, gardening, cooking, sewing, dancing, singing etc - inspires awe and fills me to overflowing with deep love, appreciation and gratitude. Art is powerful.
Compelling read, highly recommend. It’s like the perfect storm. I would love a follow up once Shkreli gets out of prison. He has narcissists written all over him from my vantage point. I did not glimpse any charm!
There is always an air of superiority in articles like this, a braggadocios, “look at me,” I’m a modern day Thoreau. While I’m all for simplifying, decluttering and being mindful of my choices and how they impact Mother Earth, I’m also a person who likes “stuff.” Moral policing can be just as toxic as too much stuff.
This reminds me of the 2007 movie The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. It’s the true story of the French fashion editor of Elle magazine that has a stroke and is rendered “locked in” at the age of 43. I found the movie both horrifying and heartbreaking to watch. If scientist could some day help such individuals to communicate, that would be awesome. But the slippery slope to cyborgs is equally terrifying to me. This doctor’s passion took a direction I found disturbing, to say the least.
A beautiful, elegant, truthful reflection on being a mother. Love the term, “the interiority of parenting.” I knew my mother’s interior world because she shared it, demonstrated it, made time for it. What a gift, this other self she shared. She was less a mystery than my father, whose work defined and contained him. When my kids were toddlers, they knew I was not always available, that I had passions that needed tending and that their father would be their care taker on that day or evening. This worked beautifully because then he would get to share more of himself with them, even if that was watching movies and eating junk food. We were different, complex, evolving and that’s rich food for butterflies.