Sometimes I Spew (Here)

I feel the anger usually in my gut. It becomes a stiff, solid piece of clay which I could mold into different shapes, but I can’t maneuver it out of me. Other days, I just can’t be bothered with my anger. You exhaust me, sweetie. Not today. Go away.
Perhaps I am the one most disappointed by my pessimism. I always (yes, emphasis is needed) imagine the most

Jealous of Buddhists

My father died a year ago. No part of his demise and death was easy. Nor was the aftermath.
It just so happened that I last spoke to him on my birthday a year ago which was two weeks ago. He went to sleep after we hung up and never woke up. Dad died two days later. Six days after he died was his birthday. Early October this year wasn’t fun and that dear people, is putting it mildly.
I was reminded of the Buddhist service

Random Thoughts: AKA Why Can’t I sleep?!

It does make me wonder sometimes; just how much more can I change? Sometimes we acclimate instead of changing. Sometimes we protest. Other times we ignore the change expected of us. With the speed at which information becomes available (if you know where to look for it) I’m not keeping up and I know it. I also know there’s an expectation—a new one—I will know certain words. I will know not to do or