There is No “Other.”

One midnight in pristine newly fallen snow, I walked alone into a field on a hill where billions of stars gave light to the night. The silence was so profound, I could feel it like a soft comforter around me. As I gazed into an endless sky of light, I felt myself shrinking, almost disappearing into the vastness of the universe. Then suddenly, my boundaries disappeared and I was one with it all. I was inseparable from every star, every person, creature and mysterious molecule in that vastness. And I could no longer see anyone or anything as “other.”

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Laughter: Carbonated Grace

Young Klutz

Created for Comic Relief.

I have a large collection of ‘being a klutz’ stories starting at about seven years old.  This is one of the more memorable ones from when I was twenty.

Back in the days of the dinosaurs, young girls were not supposed to wear black.  I never understood the why of this.  But since I lived at home until I married at twenty-one, my mother had veto power over what I wore.    When I was in my junior year in college, I finally got permission to buy a sophisticated black cocktail dress with a slightly daring neckline and swishy taffeta skirt.  I was also allowed to wear mascara for the first time.  I even pushed the envelope and wore dangly black and silver earrings and strappy high heels.

 I thought I was the most glamorous and sexy gal, since Liz Taylor.

I got my mother to position…

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Another Truth I Didn’t Want to Hear

Though I’ve lived long enough to have had to face what a flawed human being I am,
I have still clung to the thought that I have a few traits that I’ve always considered virtues,                                                                                                                                                                          forgetting that everything has a flip side.

One is that I don’t tend to gossip.

Another is that I outgrew getting laughs at others’ expense
fairly early in life and turned my need to be humorous onto myself.

On face book the other day, someone had put one of those truisms people like to collect.

This one made me cringe.

” There’s a plus side to egocentric people.
Since they only talk about themselves, they don’t
tend to gossip about others.”

Ouch!