That feeling you get in your stomach when your heart is broken. It’s like all the butterflies just died.

And their death makes the sadness of the heart break much worse. To add insult to injury, now your digestive system has to go through hell, too. Then it takes work—intention and action—to get back to a healthy system again with new butterflies. The action is to ingest proper organisms for the digestive system and to do effective exercise for the whole self. Only after ...Read More Read more »

Years ago, I would look at people

Years ago, I would look at people and ask myself whether they liked me. I eventually learned to instead ask myself whether I like them. I like you. Read more »

What I want for Christmas.

What I really want, from all of my loved ones, is: I want you to raid my refrigerator. I want you to keep coming around; at least message me, preferably with photos, when you can’t visit or meet me. I want you to ask me questions; ask my opinion; ask my advice. I want you to tell me your problems and your thoughts about them. I want you to bounce your ideas about how to handle them off me. And I want you ...Read More Read more »

She: “There’s a spider in the bathroom. Will you please take care of it?”

Me: “I’ll raise it like it is one of my own, and have a little cry when it moves into its own place.” little-johnny Read more »

Desiderata, with glossary and the meaning of life.

happy_artist_doggie_by_grolderarts-d7kt3xm Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and ...Read More Read more »

I want you to find here some Love. Some Life. Some Smarts.

Unknown-5 And perhaps just a little of loving life’s marts. For trading what one has to share is the route to riches, both financial and heartfelt; and money really can buy love and happiness.  This truth is not fair, but it is a truth; money can too buy happiness—of sorts, at least. It affords one the wherewithal to enjoy the happiness of pursuit, with some capture, some wins. Those wins are ...Read More Read more »