Tag: identity
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The paradox of a human being
I was thinking about how hard it is not to judge….anything! Our brains are wired to judge. Is it safe? Is it good? Do I like them? Even as I enjoy a relaxing walk in the countryside trying not to think of anything, I notice the weeds, the dead or dying trees, I think of…
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Becoming Free
How can I know who I really am, when I am attached to so many earthly things? It means I don’t yet trust myself or know myself. For trust is knowing that everything and everyone is perfectly fine just as they are. That there is nothing I have to do and there is no one…
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My house & the black dog
Last night I dreamt that I lived in a rickety wooden house on top of a grassy hill. The house was dark & there were old unused things outside like a recycling pile, possibly useful but mostly old junk. A handsome man had moved in next door & he came by & took some items…
A Little Art ‘n Soul by Taysha Barrett 