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Perception Is Everything
Life is not easy for any of us, for one persons mountain, could be another persons mole hill and visa versa. When dealing with individuals who choose to place the value of monetary wealth over the value of people, I feel incredible pity. No matter what situation you may find yourself in, it is up to you to decide, how that situation, whether good, or bad, will effect you.
By Kaylon Forsyth8 months ago in Humans
What Neighbours Do
“I’m dying.” He said out of the side of his mouth as I stood in the dispensary line at the pharmacy. I was looking for some relief from a nagging bladder infection. I was not prepared for this conversation with my neighbour. A moment passed between us and yet I still couldn’t come up with a response, so I reached out and hugged him, whispering, “I’m so sorry,” into his wrinkled neck. It was the first time I’d ever embraced him. No, that’s not true. One day last Spring, he’d knocked on my door to complain about a dying tree across the road. I slipped through the front door and stood on the porch in my bare feet to discuss the options for the tree. But the conversation went from Town business to neighbourly banter, and then waded into therapy territory. We stood out there for an hour that day. He told me he’d lost a child. That his brother had dementia, as does his wife. He explained his whole life story - where he had come from and how he ended up on Bishop Street, in our little corner of the world. My toes turned purple and stuck to the concrete step.
By Christina Hunter8 months ago in Humans
Empathy With A Vowel
The bards of old had it right. Once upon a time there was no names for musical things, no strikes of chord, drumbeats or unified efforts, an array of meaning that doesn't exist in genres. The point was to resonate with an earthly wonder, a far reach to the atmosphere for words to bring forward a sound that matched the clouds. Or any living force that moved nature. Spread your wings, fly a bit was to empathize with a vowel and howl louder than any animal. To make vocal chords disappear and blend as sound in an arrangement known as music. There was only one purpose – to express yourself. To lift your head and send them to chaos, to roll them to the ground, or to lift their spirits to the air. Or just have people forget their troubles for a while. To find your voice is all that matters. So, once upon a time whether it was a bard of old, a thing with wings or ancient wisdom leaving it's stamp on time, an orb was left behind. One to bring wonder to song. Forget is my middle name.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author9 months ago in Humans
Goodbye kiss
When I was pondering what to title the subtitle to this journal entry, article, blog post-whatever you want to call this piece, I originally labeled this “The trauma of abandonment” but then I realized why is everything the ‘trauma of’ because yes, even though the result to things is traumatic, what happens to us is still the reality of it. Reality is what causes the trauma, so I changed the subtitle to “The reality of abandonment” which indeed is traumatic. For example, the similarities to being in a horrific car accident, you can’t control that it happened to you, it’s not your fault that the cars collided in inspectable timing, but it’s the aftermath that you have to live with. The sad result and reality of what happened.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Humans
…With Every Fiber of Your Being
If there was a chance that you could earn an actual living doing the thing you most love to do in the world… The thing you would pay to do… You'd be foolish not to pursue it with every fiber of your being. #advicetomydaughter
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic9 months ago in Humans
Mugly Actions
Something I saw on the Discord app recently really bothered me. Maybe I’m overreacting, maybe not. You guys tell me. You see, it was a conversation between two Top Creators from Vocal, who did not have the decency to take their private chat to messages, so one can only assume they wanted others to see.
By Mother Combs9 months ago in Humans
Love Language
I stirred from my sleep, bleary-eyed and confused, to the tunneled sound of not-so-distant cries that felt like I was still in a dream. I sat up and rubbed my eyes as I tried to orient myself. Having him home with us still felt incredibly surreal. I moved slowly, cautious not to tug too much at the still-numb scar at the bottom of my softened belly.
By Lucero King9 months ago in Humans