Adults are just kids that forgot how not to take themselves too seriously….

No matter how old we get, no matter how mature we grow, no matter how rigid and stuck in our ways we become, we will always just be a little kid from somewhere. In the grand scheme of things, we live relatively short lives. Really, we’re not that far removed from that little kid we once were. The mask is that we’ve “grown up.

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Gift of Confusion

Article from our new sister website http://www.giftofconfusion.org

……Confusion or the feeling of being lost or stuck are not necessarily bad places to be. In a world that seems to praise being right and certain above all else it is easy for us to feel uncomfortable with confusion but if we embrace it, welcome it and pay attention to the nudges it creates in one direction or another we can use it as a signpost toward a better outcome. Confusion can be a huge opportunity for learning and growth. It is not a weakness. As long as we use it to listen to the questions it forces us to ask ourselves and take heed of the answers it can be a profound strength. In essence, confusion is simply an invitation to change. An invitation to be more flexible between what our rational mind may decide it ‘wants’ and what the heart whispers that it ‘needs’. It is an invitation to step back and embrace the unfolding nature of life…..

https://www.giftofconfusion.org/articles/article-2-how-it-started-gift-of-confusion?fbclid=IwAR3DOZlfG178TUPCJQkl8lSNLjQD06GjyMcjnVqH3vPMbYiDdByJOqMMrYY

 

Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda

Now we will count to twelve

and we will all keep still
for once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Power of keeping Quiet

Photo by Retha Ferguson

Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.

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