Words. To your mother... — Acceptance

The Wisdom and Resilience of the Cactus The date is November 4th, 2020. The people of the United States and the world await the counting of millions of ballots in the most important election of modern times. The race is close. Too close.  For some, the prospect of winning is just that - WINNING! WE WON! OUR GUY WON! YESSSS! For some, the prospect of winning means just a little more safety in a society that is inherently unsafe for many different types of bodies. For some, there is shock that the race is so tight this time around - have we...

I’ve got an issue with procrastination; literally. I procrastinate, forget what I’m doing, get distracted with new ideas, run after the red ball… But I realize lately that maybe I have been planting seeds - that maybe we are all planting seeds. Sometimes you plant a seed and it comes up; then there are those times you plant seeds that seem like duds - and then they choose to sprout the following spring of their own accord.  Ideas are like seeds. Sometimes following through on an idea comes quickly and easily, and other times - for me many, many times,...