This is the post I always wished I could write. Three Kinds of Cravings.
What would happen if I didn’t give in to the craving? Is it even possible? Could I survive? Would my head explode? Well, I sat on the couch, looked out the window, and agreed to stay there until the craving was gone. How’s that for manly courage? But the longer I sat, the stronger the craving grew, and the more convinced I became that I should end the experiment. But I stayed. I sat, I took deep breaths, I watched my anxiety grow deeper, I toughed it out, and as the overwhelming impulse to eat bran muffins and ice cream peaked, as the longing and pain consumed my entire body, I burst into tears, convulsed on the couch and sobbed uncontrollably.
40 maps that will help you make sense of the world. Awesome.
Hilarious. The Kindly Brontosaurus will get you whatever you want, whenever you want it.
My science-minded colleagues at Slate may object to this nomenclature, as the Brontosaurus never existed; the correct term for our gentle giant is Apatosaurus. But I think this bit of paleontological imprecision only enhances the Kindly Brontosaurus’ mythological, unicorn-like aura. He is a fabled beast with secret superpowers, blinking his doe-like eyes at the honorable gate agent, docilely chewing whatever brand of foliage is for sale at Hudson News as the agent travels, in his own time and on his own terms, toward the correct and rational decision to do whatever the Kindly Brontosaurus wants him to.
A history lesson from The Militant Baker.
Money and power which translates into survival. Survival in its purest form; our history revolving around the fear of extinction. This is the root of all of our problematic behaviors today. Hatred in any form stems from this primitive terror, but unlike the original homo sapieans (hunters) who needed fear to survive dangerous circumstances, we have evolved to the point where our panic is misguided and used incorrectly.
I stumbled onto this article absolutely accidentally, but I love it. (FWIW, I am firmly pro-Oxford comma when it comes to lists, but there are some excellent points here.)
I needed this reminder this week. “It’s just something to do.”
I loved Sarah’s authentic post about her experience traveling to Turkey.
When I was visiting Turkey and would see women in hijab praying in the back of the mosque, I could distance myself and appreciate it. It wasn’t personal. I’ve never had to contemplate me being in hijab at the back of my place of worship, so my personal feelings are left, delightfully, out of the equation. I can simply appreciate this woman’s faith and the expression of her spirituality. I found it easier to do for Muslims than for my own Catholic family. This, THIS, was eye opening. I really hope that I become more accepting of people whose values I personally decided against the way I so easily found acceptance for people who values were foreign.
Another reminder I needed:
There’s love, she said, and there’s attachment. Love feels like this: ‘I want you to be happy.’ Attachment feels like this: ‘I want you to make me happy.’ Attachment to summer feels like this: ‘don’t leave me.’ Love of summer feels like this: ‘I’m glad to see you.’
This is a new-to-me blog [found via Anne Ortelee], but I love this post already:
In summer, I’ve let my creative self go a little wild, like the weeds in my small garden, and now it’s time to rein it in and figure out which weedy thoughts and ideas I’d like to keep and which ones I’d like to release.