Macka B’s Medical Monday
“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.”
― Anaïs Nin
“Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round . . .”
― Chief Black Elk
… He’d transformed…
“We lift ourselves by our thought. We climb upon our vision of ourselves. If you want to enlarge your life, you must first enlarge your thought of it and of yourself. Hold the ideal of yourself as you long to be, always everywhere.” – Orison Swett Marden
“The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it…”
― Nicholas Sparks
“When the mushrooms took hold she sensed some of the gods calling to her from inside her own chest and followed their urging outside into the yard and up the sunny slope into the trees. She felt all gooey, gooey with the slobbered love of various gods gathered within, and smiling full-time went about the woods looking to collect butterflies and pet them until they gave milk, or maybe roll in the dirt until she felt China through her skin.”
― Daniel Woodrell
“Most people feared the darkness. Some people feared, more wisely, the things within the darkness.
Gabriel feared both, and with good reason. He walked anyway. That had always been his way. He had a complicated history with the woodlands of the world. He’d met his share of the Cyclops and the Circes that lurked within.
And the world never seemed to run out of monsters.”
― Angela Panayotopulos
“Can you taste it Bruce? Can you taste the filth, the dirt, the oily blackness of that fossil fuel in our mouth as you choke and gag and spit it out? Do you still hear his voice in your head urging you to eat? Eat, eat eat. Your mother’s cries. Do you hear them? You should be Bruce. Because I know that it’s never left you alone. Now you can eat what you want to eat. For me, for you, for all the others. Now you can consume to your heart’s content or your soul’s destruction, whichever comes first. So eat.”
― Irvine Welsh
“In hospitals, illness is allowed the freedom to wander antiseptic halls naked and wearing a countenance of pain without question. Although not stated verbally, it is understood that healing walks among crowds but happens only within the individual. We don’t ask those plainly naked and hurting to feign wellness, yet we look upon those clothed and who carry joyful expression, as if exempted from nakedness and pain. The eyes are not equipped to see the automatic wisdom of the body, and the body is not equipped to heal the ignorance that lives in the eyes.”
~ Jen e. Limon
“Each of us has a unique part to play in the healing of the world.”
― Marianne Williamson
“When the mind is exhausted of images, it invents its own.”
― Gary Snyder
“The mind is a sacred mansion.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita
“If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse… but surely you will see the wildness!”
― Pablo Picasso
She’d felt warm and inviting at firstThen the interaction felt questionable“Don’t think. Just feel,” I said to myself
It isn’t typical for me to prance around wholly naked, but it happened one evening when I was home alone because I was home alone.
When he woke up in the morning he kept his eyes closed while sitting up in bed and swinging his legs over the side. He sat like silently that for…
“…I am here, You are there… Together…”
– Katie Woodward
“The mothers scar is the child’s wound that fades along her skin but does not heal the child’s heart until becoming scarred in manhood his pain bleeds into the womb of love where he returns to the origin of his healing”
~ V a l I d a r i o u
The sunset is a blessing as it gives us permission and freedom to unshackle long imprisoned truths and do the work that in sunrise the world will attempt to shame us by.
“How did you know you needed to be healed?” Amber asked her older neighbor Bliss.
‘Put me to sleep’ is what they said they were going to do.