How did you learn to think for yourself?
I'd like to say learned to think for myself the day I discovered that my mother was not perfect. It was not a happy day for me, I felt abandoned and betrayed. I was 12... More »
I'd like to say learned to think for myself the day I discovered that my mother was not perfect. It was not a happy day for me, I felt abandoned and betrayed. I was 12... More »
Into the eyes of David. Yes, there are sunsets and sunrises and the colour of the ocean or the sky; oh yes, if David was not in my life then that is what I'd look... More »
I haven't had a TV for seven years. I stopped watching TV apart from documentaries and films about nine years ago. Even before that I hardly watched it. I found it made me feel jumpy... More »
The American I've thought about this one a lot, and it came up again as I recently wrote a short story that included him. "The American" is all I know about him, he was in... More »
I opened my eyes. I wasn’t supposed to, we were supposed to be meditating. I’d done that awhile. I loved sitting in the silence, the warm room floating upward, the floor pressing against my bottom,... More »
Well this one is pretty easy. There are many things actually, walking in nature, having a deep tissue massage ( or Thai massage, my favourite), going to the sauna; "giving up to gravity" which basically... More »
I just came across this article by the Pulitzer prize winning author Jack Miles , and was blown away by it. It seemed appropriate to this reflection. I did not know about Jack Miles work... More »
I'm three. A lot of things going on until then. Growing. Sucking. Shitting. All those nappies. Then there was crawling, that was good. Walking, scary! But my brother Michael told me the secret. " Don't... More »
So it is Earth week here on Zaadz. I wondered what I had to add that is not already here in such abundance? And what can I do to support the earth? How am I... More »
Well, dear Crow's wonderful answer has inspired me to attempt this very hard question... I love Walt Whitman 's Song of Myself, verse 48 of his poem Leaves of Grass , which I have a... More »