I do give them to you,” he announced. “Of my free will. Because this is my sword.” He laid a hand on Arisa’s shoulder. “And Weasle is my shield. What you hold are only pieces of iron.
There is a taint of death, a flavor of mortality in lies,-which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world-what I want to forget.
A society without the means to detect lies and theft soon squanders its liberty and freedom.
A person imbued with compassion and self-understanding can readily love oneself and exhibit endless sympathy for all people. A person who is unkind to their self can never transcend their corrupt barriers much less run into the world with open arms enthusiastically embracing humankind and all of nature with uninhibited friendliness and goodwill.
My family of friends has kept me alive through lovers who have left, enterprises that have failed, and all too many stories that never got finished. That family has been part of remaking the world for me.
That way I wouldn’t have to see the guys in their walking shorts. They looked as if nothing had ever touched them- all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheet of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.
Hey, our hair’s the same color,” I said, eying us side by side in the mirror.
“Sure is, girlfriend.” Eric grinned at me.
I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
God owns everything and gives us all things to enjoy. He is a good shepherd to us, his little flock. Trust him, not stuff. Move from the fear of scarcity to the comfort of provision. Less hoarding, more sharing. “Do good . . . be rich in good works, ready to give, willing to share.
Why does our world feel so very crazy? Why do mental and emotional illnesses emerge more rapidly than we can educate psychiatrists, psychologists, addiction specialists, and mental health counselors to diagnose and treat them? We are marinating in the soup of collective madness, cruelty, selfishness, and lies, the soup of spiritual toxicity.