Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring, like oxygen turning into gold. I’ve longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation until, finally, your mother loves a man…a man she has every reason to hate, and out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it’s you - only you - that emerged. To distill so specific a form, from all that chaos. It’s like turning air into gold. A miracle.
— Jon Osterman
I curl up into a little fetal ball and just like a balloon with the last bit of air just right out of the balloon, I felt my energy lift, I felt my spirit surrender. In that moment I knew that I was no longer the choreographer of my life and either the doctors rescue my body and give me a second chance at life or this was perhaps my moment of transition. When I awoke later that afternoon I was shocked to find that I was still alive, when I felt my spirit surrender I said goodbye to my life and my mind was now suspended between two very opposite planes of reality.
— Jill Bolte Taylor
Posted July 8, 2012 at 5:00pm
They fully embrace vulnerability. They believed that what made them vulnerable made them beautiful. They didn’t talk about vulnerability being comfortable nor did they really talk about it being excruciating,… they just talked about it being necessary. They talked about the willingness to say “I love you” first. The willingness to do something where there are no guaranties….To be willing to invest in a relationship that may or may not work out.
— Brene Brown
Posted July 8, 2012 at 12:17pm
I don’t need a brightly lit carousel of giving trees. I don’t need your big brown wallet for a spending spree. I just want to find another person just like me.
— African-American Zombie Lawyer
Posted July 8, 2012 at 12:07pm
I’m not afraid of monsters, devils, or demons, heights, tight spaces, death, public speaking. I’m not afraid of injury not until it happens. I’m not afraid of history that shit already happened. I’m not afraid of heartbreak, I ain’t afraid of poverty, I’m afraid I’m insensitive because these things don’t bother me. I’m afraid of going crazy and then going back sane and carrying the weight of two worlds giving me a back sprain. I’m afraid I over-embellish and no one understands still, I’m afraid my big plan has come stand at a standstill. I built my dream house on a radio active landfill, I want to take it easy, believe me, but I can’t chill. I’m afraid of haters dropping animated anvils then I overreact wasting my energy and skill. I know they’re watching me it’s not just a feeling now but I’m afraid they feed on fear, it’s time to be a villain now.
Posted July 7, 2012 at 1:50pm