“There are political reasons to keep people out of touch with their bodies. If people are out of touch with their bodies, with their own experience, empire builders can offer substitutes like consumer goods and military victories. Being out of touch with the body also means being out of touch with the moral outrage that we feel in the gut, where compassion is born.” – Matthew Fox, Listening to the Land
“I used to think that the ability to turn back time would be the greatest possible gift so that I could undo all the things I wish I hadn’t done. But grace is an even better gift because it allows me to do more than just erase; it allows me to become more than I was when I did those things. It’s forgiveness without forgetting, which is much sweeter than amnesia.”
— Shauna Niequist, Savor
I’ve moved to New York. I thought I would love it but I’m feeling a mild bout of depression seeping in. I’ve started school and it’s overwhelming, trying to extract the things I need to push my career; to establish a life.
I miss Anthony.
I miss Hawai’i and nature and what it means to feel alive.
The city feels lonely.
I have to look on the bright side.
I made this print in class. I’m kind of chuffed about it.
Ruin your fucking self before they do. Otherwise they’ll screw you because you’re a nobody. They’ll keep you alive, but you’ll have to crawl and say, “Thank-you” for every bone they throw. You might as well stay drunk or shoot junk and be a crazy fucker. If the rich guys want to play with you, make them get their hands dirty. Send them away gagging, or sobbing if they’re soft hearted. You’ll be left alone if you’re fighting, and dead you’re free! You can change the radiant child in you to a reflection of the shit you were meant to serve. – Jenny Holzer,The Mustard House Confessions.