When she drove past the masjid, she often felt betrayed by how she had really been treated.
But then she remembered the day that she prayed to their version, and was reclaimed by a panther’s spirit.
When she drove past the masjid, she often felt betrayed by how she had really been treated.
But then she remembered the day that she prayed to their version, and was reclaimed by a panther’s spirit.
“Do you want your life to get better?
Then get off your a** and make it better.
Already doing that and ‘sh** out of luck?’
File your complaints, push back – and then, again – get off your a** and do something about it.”
“Somewhere between the cogs of the machine with its greasy, gritty, tarlike oil builtup stale and rusty-dusty from the tears of so many generations before us as its gears grind onward, hungrily waiting for each one of us to slip and fall to our own demise of being dragged under and ground up as grisled lubricant while life gets compressed and squeezed out of us…
Somewhere in this hellish mockery of an “advanced civilization,” we must learn at first how to just merely survive, and then, if we figure out how to generally predict the system’s patterns and practice how dodging and weaving to avoid succumbing, we can – despite being unwilling victims – thrive.”
“We have been taught that creating space and taking time for love is a form of ‘weakness’ – and even, at times, tantamount to sin.”
“We have been told that to stay alone and cultivate one’s individuality is the height of accomplishment.”
While they sifted for meaning, she sought for the source.
“It’s still there…
Telling us that we must be less than what we are, to be loved.”
“Everything is just work…toil…effort…struggle…!”
“It’s kind of funny to realize that carefully crafted, complex vocal explanations can be an attempt to convey things as simply and clearly as possible to ‘the people.'”
“If we do not allow this reboot, we ‘explode.'”
“Other people’s smells.”
“Other people’s residual issues can ruin your stuff.
I hardly had anything to begin with!”
“Are not the best to be subjected to.”
“When you are happy,
Who supports this?”
Promises of things that do not arrive, but pass.
“They were surprised and pleased by the results, and by my efforts.”
…It’s A Street.”
(Handwriuten note on car window)
“Are designed for resistance, in the guise of convenience.”
“Morals, Values, and Followthrough all take time.”
As I revisit the property this last weekend, I see that the social climate would have become toxic to us.
Strange how perhaps I seemed to fit an “acceptable stereotype” before when I rented the place.”
“It isn’t that I need to be ‘right’ all of the time – but if someone is going to get passive-aggressive with me, they better have their facts correct!”
“Helped me see and re-evaluate a potentially toxic work relationship that I, myself, was about to enter into. We each need to plan for the success of our own sustainability, filled with mutual respect and valued integrity.”
“No one can truly take away what is yours, or who you truly are. They may try, but they do so to attempt to control their own outcomes. Seek more fertile and welcoming soil for the seeds that you need to plant and call your own. Ever is the way of it. We are vulnerable to getting ‘yanked’ when tied to others seeking continual profit.”
In having to sort through, separate, and send onward so much of this and that as quickly as possible, she emboldened herself and left the “gifted” prayer rug at the masjid door to the women’s section.
For though it had been brilliantly colored beautifully, she needed to have its taint cleansed by others’ innocence.
Because it had been a “gift” that essentially tried to leverage itself as a buy-off.
A consolation prize added to a small pile of materialistic goods with an enforced permanent “farewell” in the guise of “visit any time.”
And, she still didn’t understand how people who professed such deep beliefs in God’s “teachings” could ever do such a thing.
(Title play with words)
“Did you miss me?” the neighbor asked.
“I appreciate my privacy,” she responded.
“That’s not a straight answer,” he noted.
“But, it’s my reply.”
“Is to cause harm…
But they would have us believe
That to love makes us weak instead of strong
When it heals us as we sing and share its song.”
“The issue being that this new phone is a middle step between…
More powerful to where it no longer qualifies to perform easier, downgraded versions of programs.
Not advanced enough to do much beyond near-teetering upon total lockdown collapse from managing too much data – thereby rendering cross-transference of information that once could have easily been shared as now untenable.”
“This may be a true statement on many accounts, but I could not have gotten this far without help from supportive people.”
“Because we’ve driven you mad.”