Dec 8, 2020
don’t recognize myself much anymore
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stumbling over scribbled down notes from last year, i find some solace in these half forgotten words but nontheless i can’t get over the feeling of paranoia that another person must have written these letters, not sure if this stems from a well-known disbelief in my own change & journey since then or from an overall feeling of disconnectedness with myself : Last days of the march sun / lonely walks in the woods/ encountering no one but dead poets birds/ reading Anna Kamienskas notebooks/ her snail’s traces / of fragmented words and fragile thoughts / that let me oscillate somewhere between the desperate and the divine / by her sweet “entrancing sobriety of holiness" /oh, Anna, my saint of great hunger, and as for me, saint of indecisiveness and stubborness at once/ so, please, let me utter the poetic mumblings of a red-haired siren, my only sweet little guidance i need these days: “St. Jude, patron saint of lost causes / for i’m learning & i’m leaving & i’m trying to find the meaning / let the loss reveal it” /... let everything dissolve / - elusively, as i embrace the chaos within me, searching for the comfort in falling apart / following my humble litany / of trusting in springs and new becomings alongside the songs of birds…
Unplugging and Clearing the Spring
This used to be one of my times of the year to be unplugged. When I was at a university, we were between semesters, and I took some time off. Some years, I was away from home for a few days too. It always seemed like a good time to unplug from news and from online social media and maybe even take a break from email. My world has too much email, too many websites, too much blogging, too much…
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Henri Nouwen and The Spiritual Life
Henri Nouwen and The Spiritual Life
Henri Nouwen (1932-1996) was a Dutch Catholic priest, professor, writer, and theologian. He focused on integrating Christian theology, philosophy, and psychology. He unfortunately died of a massive heart attack while traveling to Russia to participate in a documentary about his book The Return of the Prodigal Son. He authored a total of thirty-nine books and hundreds of articles during his…
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you blamed me for the things I couldn’t change, but I never blamed you for the things that you could.
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Looking Back interview by GARY INDIANA
New Post has been published on https://www.lancescurv.com/smartphones-engineered-steal-ability-think-lancescurv-show/
SMARTPHONES: Engineered To Steal Our Ability To THINK? - The LanceScurv Show
It is my belief that the world was given this smartphone technology at such an affordable price in order to covertly control us while the masses are distracted and fascinated as we’ve given up our psychic abilities to discern the world around us.
Why? Well in order for the ruling class to maintain control over us we must have something that takes our mind away from the reality that we’re in that has our basic human rights snatched away from us leaving us no better off than that frog happily swimming in that soon to be boiling water!
Never forget, in this world we do not get something for nothing!
𝄞 DOO DOO DOO DOO! ♪