Some days I thrive and some days I just survive — Blessed with a Star on the Forehead

“It is not the most intellectual of the species that survives; it is not the strongest that survives; but the species that survives is the one that is able best to adapt and adjust to the changing environment in which it finds itself.” ― Leon C. Megginson Leon Megginson was talking about business on the …

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #129 — addiction and the hero’s journey

Addiction and a hero’s journey …. by Jade Li/Lisa

Tao Talk

359px-Gustave_Dore_Inferno1Gustave Doré’s engravings illustrated the Divine Comedy (1861–1868). Here, Dante is lost in Canto I of the Inferno

Addiction and habit are shades cut from the same cloth. The brain in my brain is like a malleable lump of grey clay and thoughts form depressions in the clay that makes it easier for the same thoughts to roll along. When there is a habit, of thought or deed, it easily rolls along those grooves. What happens with addiction is when whatever that habit is gets disrupted and throws things out of balance.

Functionality and how functionality is affected by the imbalance is the state to be assessed, regardless of origin of it. Think of a ship where all of the weight is put on one side. The ship might still sail but it will be leaning. If a strong wind knocks up against it, it might keel over. Will you…

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Life Is Off

Life is off… by Susi Bocks

I Write Her

UntitledK. Mitch Hodge – Unsplash

moving purposefully
in this small space
idle productivity

and everyone
standing still
while the world shifts

close contact
feels extinguished
but not
the craving

a need for warmth
in a world
that seems to
have gone cold

a temporary situation
they say
this depression is too

May you all have enough distance to be safe and
connected with sufficient love to remain sane.

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #129

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Turning Point — One Woman’s Quest

Played host to insecurity – catered to bullying undermined by warped agendas, butchered by provincial minds – Retreated, convalesced, sanitized lost vitality, believed in phantoms haunted by compulsions deflected attempted rescues ignored counsel to let go. Shell-shocked aftermaths incoherent self-judgment inescapable. Where do I go from here? Ignore criticism disarm cruelty sanctify privacy detach, discern […]Turning …

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Butterfly Sand

It worked.  It really worked.  It is  small consolation to those who didn’t make it.  But we did.  We did what needed to be done and the result?  Well, look around.  Lakes and streams are clear, wild life is once again thriving and the air . . . the air is clean, almost sweet.  The oceans are teaming with healthy, vibrant fish.  There is no haze around the sun or the moon.  The beaches are pristine.  Our planet is healing.  Finally, we got something right.  All it took was removing us from the equation. We were almost too late.  Now we can rest, together.

This part of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo prompt.  You really need to check her blog out:

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