Thursday, October 29, 2009

A Secret for Parents: Keep Looking Up


Infants need to cry to tell their parents they need food or cleaning before they can talk and also to exercise their lungs a little. But sometimes they cry out of confusion or for no good reason at all. It's just the way of all babies and should should be greeted with patience not anger.
The wise parent can distract, calm and teach children to look upward in times of stress.
I would look at the ceiling in these moments and ask my child if they saw a blue streak of light flash across the ceiling, sometimes making a swooshing sound to illustrate the point. Their heads would incline upward and almost instantly the crying would stop.
For the young and old it's hard to cry or be sad when you're looking up. So keep looking up!

Thanks to by platinumblondelife and Flickr for image

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Get Rid of Yourself Just Once

"If you could get rid of yourself just once, the secret of secrets would open to you. The face of the unknown, hidden beyond the universe would appear on the mirror of your perception."
- Rumi

Not With a Calm Brow

“There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall, so many laws to keep you from experience. All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy, stifling state in which most people pass through life. I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say, "Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case." I will turn and say to them "It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive. For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that. For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!" And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.” - Hernry Rollins