little moments that make my day
Cum Grano Salis - With A Grain of Salt. F🖕ck Sensitivity, Love Your Neighbor
On June 3rd, 2010 I read an MSN article that reported the case of a homosexual man in Africa, who had died from aids. What was more tragic was that this man’s corpse was dug out of his grave, tied up by the ankles to a pickup truck, and dragged all around his small town to finally be dropped at the door’s entrance of his father’s house. I was outraged!
It’s a new dawn, and I am feeling good 🎶
“Life is short. People are not easy to know. They're not easy to know, so if you don't tell them how you feel, you're not going to get anywhere, I feel.” ~Nina Simone
How I feel? Still a little…
I'm a Bogi, Not a Yogi
What if I told you that I am a Bogi, not a Yogi? Bogi, in a yogic sense of the word, having origin in sanskrit, means those who enjoy worldly pleasure very much. Ahem! (Guilty ✋️)
In The Land of Shoulds
The recurring theme of all my much pondering these past few days has been about the many patches of realization I received throughout the weekend: the many enlightening messages, talks, and signs that brought to light how small I have been playing all along in an unfortunate (for me) effort to abide by the rules, not to discomfort anyone, not to rock the boat.
