Monday, September 2, 2019

Sometimes you really need to hear a voice

What we need is the option to post our own voices,
not just words, photos and videos. I want to hear
the love in people's voices,
the wonder and marvel,
the discouragement and heartbreak.
Our voices carry so much of who we are and how we feel. 

And this would not only open up the digital world to the sight-impaired, but give pause
to the selfie-indulgent
and freedom from self-consciousness
to the camera-shy and spelling-incapable.

If we can post in audio we might also learn
to listen better,
to use our other senses to connect.

If we can lean back at the end of a long day and listen rather than stare at a screen,
blue-light insomnia might be a thing of the past.

If we post in audio we might be more circumspect,
less trollsome, more mindful
of the admonition to only speak
if it improves upon the silence. 

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

If I steam my yoni will you grill your lingam?

Yoni steaming is a thing. My yogi mates and I had a detailed discussion. There might have been some guffawing, some of it from me. Later I explained what this is to Steve, complete with gestures and stepping over an imaginary pot of boiling herb-infused water. I drew my pretend sari skirt around my real-mama hips.
"You should tell them 'My husband said my yoni is already steamy,' " he said.
Next up on the agenda: Why isn't there lingam grilling? Or is there?

Understanding is extraneous to forgiveness

Turns out I don't have to understand why someone did me harm to get to the point of forgiveness. I hadn't realized I was trying to use the old route of "understand, so you can forgive" but it hasn't worked these past six months. Maybe my endless thought loops of "why, why why" were just justification for my unreadiness to forgive?
Tonight's meditation takeaway: "compassion for someone you don't understand." Thanks, Jake Murry.