By Mark Nepo Let no one keep you from your journey, no rabbi or priest, no mother who wants you to dig for treasures she
I feel SO tired. So, so tired. And yet I cannot let go. I cannot just say let it be and breathe deeply and live
I left the Orthodox Church a decade ago. Meaning, I stopped hoping that was the path to God, salvation and peace. I have been longing
Going back to my roots the other day, looking back on where it all started for me, made me really thoughtful about the beauty of the growing up process and made me smile at the limitations that we are so certain of at various points in our lives.
Sometimes we are fortunate enough to be able to overwrite memories.
In the field of PR, Communication and Marketing, your value seems to diminish if you stay in one place for too long. And I worry about that sometimes. From the outside looking in it may seem this way, but the truth is, I have moved to different places without ever changing physical surroundings. The ongoing dance of the incoming and outgoing international and local colleagues around me, a long time stayer, has been like the insidious caress of a spring flowing over a stone: the stone may seem like it is never changing to the unobservant eye but if one looks closely, they see the shapes of change, the patina of continuous flow and the healed crevices of shocks that passed.
When we choose to entertain lies because somehow we feel that they help our children, we do nothing else but teach our children that lying is the way to get through life. We underestimate our children if we think they cannot tell, even at young ages, that their parents are unhappy, that their relationship is loveless, that they (the kids) are a burden. Fake smiles, fat wallets and no boundaries are harmful wannabe blindfolds. They only teach one lesson: when lying to yourself gets too hard to bear, you can numb your feelings with these.