Author Archives: Andrea

This is how the world is my mirror

Only the ugliness within me can reach out its dirty little claws and paw wildly at the perceived ugliness of another. Only my inner aggressor can tell someone else’s aggression to “suck it!” … That’s how the world is my mirror.  Bryan Reeves

Have been hot flashing like a MoFo all week. Enough I say.

And reflections in the mind may be distorted by socially constructed ideas of normality.

Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be, the last of life for which the first was made. Robert Browning.   As each year passes, I don’t feel older, I just feel happier and freer. Knowledge is freedom. May it ever be so.

More spidey sense and synchronicity with a friend

I awoke this morning with a line in my head from one of the poems a friend had written when we met:  “We speak the language spiritual, which no one comprehends. You are my teacher and the student, of loving spirit without end. I am closer to the spirit, our entangled spirits chase. The intertwined of loving kind, long past the end of days.” I posted it on Facebook, adding, “That’s all of us here, too. We all teach and learn from each other.”  He replied, “That you would pull THIS poem out of thin air is really strange, as I was drawn to this specific poem yesterday.  Sometimes it’s like you’ve rented space in my head. ”  I said, “And you’re surprised once again at the mind-meld, why?” This happens to us a lot.    Continue reading →