SEX. Sex sells, sex traps, sex creates, sex liberates.
Sex is all around us, unless you happen to live in a conservative Muslim country. (Even there, where women are entirely covered, I would venture a guess that sex is on the mind.) The hijab, the burqa, and all the other garments are meant to conceal a woman’s image, face, body and gender from from any men, other than her husband. It’s very existence makes one “imagine” what is underneath. This alone must give rise to sexual thoughts. What is hidden is mysterious and desirable.
Here in the West nothing is hidden and nothing is mysterious; we attempt to make everything desirable. Why? So you will buy something, consume something. We are shameless about the use of sexual imagery in advertising. We use it to sell everything from hamburgers, to bras and panties, from cars to cigarettes. But what does that mean…
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Excellent Article! A facebook post, tweet or t shirt is not the answer
There is no “but” about what happened at Charlie Hebdo yesterday. Some people published some cartoons, and some other people killed them for it. Words and pictures can be beautiful or vile, pleasing or enraging, inspiring or offensive; but they exist on a different plane from physical violence, whether you want to call that plane spirit or imagination or culture, and to meet them with violence is an offense against the spirit and imagination and culture that distinguish humans. Nothing mitigates this monstrosity. There will be time to analyze why the killers did it, time to parse their backgrounds, their ideologies, their beliefs, time for sociologists and psychologists to add to understanding. There will be explanations, and the explanations will be important, but explanations aren’t the same as excuses. Words don’t kill, they must not be met by killing, and they will not make the killers’ culpability go away.
To abhor what was done to the victims, though, is not…
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It is the longest night of the year. Literally and figuratively.
As a nation, we are experiencing a national, dark night of the soul.
In a time like this— when corporations are people, and their influence in the electoral process has taken political representation away from the people, empowering the biggest money donors and their agendas, leaving citizens without a voice,
in a time like this— when 41% of the world’s wealth is in the hands 1% of the people and “a new report released by the World Economic Forum, ranks rising inequality as the top trend facing the globe in 2015 ” (1), and the poor are getting poorer,
in a time like this— when racism and inequality have their smoldering embers fanned into roaring flames across the country, due in part to the deaths of three black men Treyvon Martin, Michael Brown and Eric Garner at the hands of three white men, and when one jury…
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Every Life, develops in stages that are programmed into our bodies and our psyches.
We run into trouble when we are trying to live one stage, when we are supposed to be in another. The inner transformation from one life stage to another is a gradual process, like the opening of a flower. You don’t see it it all at once, and suddenly, there you are!
There are rites of passage that we experience as we grow and mature that can be exciting and painful, deep and wide. You should not be thinking the same thoughts at 50, that you did at 20.
Life is beautiful, magical and cruel and ugly. It is all a part of the process.
Though at times I miss my cute babies, I would not change this place I am in for anything. I am coming into my Regency, (I am become a better version…
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Again we have lost another artist to a drug overdose. What is it in these peoples lives that leads them and other un-celebrated people, to use drugs for fun, excitement or escape?
After the long road to success they find out that $$$ and fame are not the answers to the holes in their hearts and lives. Our society, based on youth and wealth, offers few guides to the well-lived and deeply experienced human life.
The models of growth, transition, development, and ultimately transformation of personality, and psyche are few and far between. Instead of embracing the changes that come with the continuity of life, the inner natural changes of focus and meaning, we strive to remain adolescent in look, attitude and behavior.
The rapture, experience and understanding of the neuminal evade us as we race culturally for the next new gadget, car, or thing- the answers are not in things, or found in others who you hope to heal your wounds and make you whole.
The answers are as old as human history, they are available through the great mythologies and their traditions that provide a guide book to the human condition. The metaphors are all around us. Go find one.
Rest in Peace.