1. Stop Second-guessing your first instincts… 2. Take a deep breath, release slowly, don’t explode over whatever it was that triggered that instinct… 3. Be well, not right… 4. Ask how this can help others and how it fits into the big picture… 5. Stop blaming self, others or circumstances… own what can be done…
joys of parenthood…
1. trying to keep a straight face while explaining to an 8 year old that a sit-in staged under a desk because he doesn’t want to take a math test is not an appropriate use of peaceful protest… 2. playing make-up-a-new-rule-each-game UNO… 3. not laughing when your kid spends half an hour playing with each toy…
Attack of the Kamikaze Kitten Destructo Force
the new alarm went off, my brain struggling to register it’s tone amidst the familiar comfort of dreams, when i heard one of the few sounds that could wake me faster than a newborn babe’s cry… a kitten on the window screen… as i stumbled toward the shower, i found pieces of paper and chinese…
Introspection
when was the last time you saw divinity in ~the person on the corner, conversing with themselves ~your childhood enemy, whose bullying drove you to doubt your own strength ~your mother, trying to teach with guilt, because that was all she knew ~the person who devestated your world with a word, a decision, a gesture…
Status Quo
conventional wisdom passed down like common sense that ain’t so common anymore like spooky stories told around the campfire nightly news carries on a sinister tabloid tradition of exagerating the dangers that lurk in the dark preying on the vulnerable, infirm and eager to follow shaping our fears for a corporate takeover with new and…
Reach
reaching out for a friendly word acknowledgement companionship… reaching in for the truth forgiveness faith… when vulnerable is the only place one can truly live free from anger, fear, intolerance… compassion lends both her hands to soothe the lonely heart… © 2009 HAWilcox All Rights Reserved
crimson prayers
exhausted from the fire as my womb opens up to flood my consciousness with the death of potential making room for the next cycle not knowing it is barren like my heart wandering labyrinthine paths of reconciliation with the One prayers bleed onto the earth with each pang and tremor of piercing truths once obscured…
Grace
nobody knows that nobody’s right nobody knows that nobody’s wrong nobody, but grace grace knows that pain is love imprisoned speaking in mad tounges, facades of hate, and whispers of lucidity answering prayers of faith lost in a sea of wishes and forgotten victories nobody knows that nobody’s rich nobody knows that nobody’s poor nobody,…
Soul-cialist Tendencies 