Can’t stop crying

Fuck everything

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

Still a favorite: Empirical explorations of mindfulness (Conceptual and methodological conundrums)

& a must-read – especially for anyone hoping to be well-informed about health claims related to mindfulness, meditation, yoga, etc

http://aging.wisc.edu/pdfs/2506.pdf

got gamma?

whe e’s the  ? . What?

she’s unde  the back ti e

tie-what? …. ti-e e

What a e you saying? … TI-E

Tie he  with what? . TI-E

 

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