Organic Being

A Reflection on Political Power, Outsiders, and the People Who Dare to Challenge the Machine By A.L. Childers I am a published author. I still write blogs. I know some people think blogging belongs somewhere between dial-up internet and MySpace, but here’s the funny thing—people still read. They still think. They still ask questions. And sometimes those questions make people…

There’s a moment that doesn’t feel loud when it happens. No announcement. No dramatic shift. Just a quiet pause… where something finally clicks. Not because someone explained it to you.Not because you went looking for it. But because you’ve been seeing pieces of it your whole life—And suddenly, they line up. That’s what Body of Thought is. This Isn’t a Collage. It’s a Pattern. At first…

Imagine an old-world writer from the 1800s suddenly waking up inside modern civilization. A respected author. A newspaper essayist. A person whose words once carried weight through entire towns and cities. A man or woman who spent years learning how to build sentences carefully, believing language itself was sacred because words shaped moral thought, culture, memory, and identity. Back in that…

My Perimenopause, Menopause, Hypothyroidism & Hashimoto’s Journey By A.L. Childers There is a strange kind of grief that comes when your body stops feeling like your own. Not because you hate yourself.Not because you “let yourself go.”But because one day you wake up and realize the rules changed… and nobody bothered to tell you. At 45 years old, I started perimenopause. At first, I didn’t…

There comes a point where you either: You finally admit you want something different. For me?That realization came while staring at my Sea Ray FX16 and my green pool at the exact same time, thinking: “Why am I maintaining things nobody is really using?” And honestly?This little boat has been fun. She gave us: lake days floating conversations summer memories sunsets laughter that…

Friendship, Funnels, Medicare, Divorce Papers & My Gen-X Bullshit Reader Going Off Like a Smoke Alarm by A.L. Childers MY GOD… WHAT DID I JUST WALK INTO? You ever have one of those moments where somebody sends you a casual text message… and twenty minutes later you feel like you accidentally walked into: a startup pitch, a divorce announcement, an emotional confession, a Medicare…

There’s a moment most people don’t notice. It’s quiet. Automatic. Almost invisible. You reach out—toward something you believe matters. You don’t question it.You don’t analyze it.You don’t stop and ask why. You just move closer. Because it feels right. That’s how systems work. Not loudly. Not forcefully.But through repetition, familiarity, and the slow building of meaning over time. And…

People don’t just visit the wall. They move toward it. Not casually. Not randomly. Not like tourists passing through a place of history. There is intention in the movement. A pull that feels older than the moment itself. They place their hands against the stone. They lean forward. They press their foreheads into it. They kiss it. Not once. Repeatedly. As if contact matters. As if…

There’s a moment most aspiring authors hit—usually somewhere between excitement and frustration—when the idea that once felt clear starts to fall apart on the page; the words are there, the story is there, the message is there… but something doesn’t feel right, and no matter how much they write, rewrite, or tweak sentences, it still doesn’t read like a real book. That’s where most people get it…

There’s a quiet moment—usually after you’ve tried to fit in just enough times—that you realize something doesn’t add up; the people who seem to move the furthest, the ones who get talked about, remembered, even misunderstood, aren’t the ones adjusting themselves to fit every room—they’re the ones who stopped adjusting altogether, and what most people miss is that this isn’t rebellion for the sake…

There’s a moment—if you’re paying attention—when you realize the people the world talks about the most aren’t always the ones trying to fit in… they’re the ones who decided not to. And they didn’t apologize for it. They didn’t soften it. They didn’t explain it. They just… stayed. Stayed exactly who they were—long enough for the world to catch up. And whether people loved it, rolled their…

At some point, you stop scrolling past posts, stop arguing in comment sections, and just sit with what’s right in front of you—and what’s in front of us right now is this: teachers standing on the side of the road, speaking up, not because it’s convenient, not because it’s easy, but because something inside the system isn’t working the way it should, and instead of turning this into another…

Let’s be honest—most contracts we sign in life are not exactly in our favor. Credit cards.Gym memberships we swear we’re going to use.Cell phone plans that somehow cost more every year. And somewhere in all of that, we never stop and ask the most important question: When did we sign a contract to live small? Because if you really think about it… most of us did. Not on paper. But in…

Let’s be honest—if you have hypothyroidism or Hashimoto’s, there are days where “optimize your health” sounds great in theory… but in reality, you’re standing in your kitchen wondering why you opened the fridge in the first place, holding a bag of spinach like it personally offended you. That’s not laziness. That’s thyroid fatigue. And no, we’re not about to turn this into a 47-step wellness…

Let’s clear this up the way it should have been explained the first time, because a lot of people are told they have “hypothyroidism” and sent on their way with medication, while others hear “Hashimoto’s” and aren’t given much context, and the truth is—they are not the same thing, even though they are often connected, and understanding that difference can change how you approach your health…

So, let me guess—you went to the doctor, you did the labs, you waited (probably longer than you should have), and then you got the message: “Everything looks normal.” Cool. Except you’re exhausted, your brain feels like it’s buffering, your hair is doing that slow, quiet disappearing act, your weight has decided to live its own independent life, and somehow you’re both anxious and tired at the…

I’m going to say this the way I wish someone had said it to me—because if you’re here, you’ve probably already been told, “Your thyroid labs are normal,” while sitting there feeling anything but normal, and that disconnect is enough to make you question your body, your sanity, and honestly… your doctor a little too; because what they don’t always explain clearly is that you can absolutely have…