Just when I was ready to admit the defeat of my free will, I have happily come to realize the stealth manner in which my smartphone addictions have exponentially decreased! I had been intending for some time to rid myself of the attachment, only to find myself once again devoting hours to this screen, despite…
Tag: Creation
Every individual action marks the culmination of choices made by the masses.
Each time I throw something in the garbage, particularly plastic wrappings, my heart sinks with dismay and guilt. So I wrote poem about it: aching reproach of silenced heart as hands release another piece of refuse newly named into eternity contained by plastic bags cinched so nothing disintegrates to grow the weighted piles with…
Written words are useless until the closing of the inspiration loop.
In L.A. on Skid Row, a project called Street Symphony, composed of homeless musicians alongside professional players, has developed a tradition of playing Handel’s Messiah around the holidays. In the article I read (New Yorker, Jan 1 issue), the author muses about how the language surrounding spiritual epiphany and redemption can so often sound corny…
Hands off
In order to lastingly and meaningfully take our destiny back into our collective hands, We the People will each need to decisively disconnect from these screens. Equal parts gradual and cold turkey, consciously looking up and away from a phone for a set amount of time will allow us to fill our eyes and ears…
Insight/Outfit of the Day 