If you make it a Habit to make your Today better than your
Yesterday, then for sure, your Tomorrow will be better than your
Today.
My late grandmother’s name is Sheilia, and I swear
I’ve never heard the name so much as I have since she
passed. It’s everywhere, more people have it than I used to
think. Hearing it is like a small blow to the stomach each time,
and I find myself wondering if these strangers sharing her name
are as great a human being as she was while simultaneously
deciding that they can’t possibly compare. My grief sets
them up for failure simply for possessing something they
didn’t choose, no more than my grandma did.
Mom warned me about girls like you, Mom.
It says in the Talmud that we do not see things as they are, we see
things as we are. And if you don't believe the Talmud,
just ask a thing.
The Zen you find at the top of the mountain is probably the Zen
that fell out of my backpack.
i started
making
art using
old,
almost
empty
printer
cartridges,
in an
effort
to waste
nothing.
in doing
so,
i realised
it was
a very
satisfying
outlet
as it
uses
the exact
same
motions
as cutting.
the violent
creation
of lines,
but instead
of drawing
blood,
i draw
my demons
with
ink.
i represent
the turmoil
within,
on a
canvas
that
is not
my body.
i hope
this
way of
coping
continues
to help
as well
as it has
this
week.
