I hate to brag. I really do. It makes me uncomfortable and hot around the collar… and various other regions. So it’s not braggadocio – but just good, old-fashioned, unbiased reporting – when I tell you that my briefcase unites people, and is a metaphor for life and healing.
(This post is not going to address the acupuncture-is-BS mistaken thought, because that answer is so long it makes my fingers ache for moxa to think about typing it out. Another day, perhaps!)
Another Memorial Day has come and gone. A time when we profess to honor our service people by blowing up a bunch of fireworks. I cannot make sense of this ritual. Who is it for? I can tell you who it’s NOT for.
What artists are taught about light, and how that might be backwards.
This topic is vast, deep, and can be the study of a lifetime. It’s laughable to think such things can be adequately covered in a simple essay like this one; they can’t be. But, as the saying goes, a crazy long journey starts with a single lurch [sic.]
In general, we’re attracted to each other and share a certain sameness. In the end, we usually agree that we’d rather be under the people umbrella together than under the wild hyena umbrella or the umbrella of reproduction by budding. Things like that.
Because humans are conscious, we have a more complex expression of qi than, say, marigolds, and this is not always to our advantage.