I have recently been laid up with an injury that has given me time to reflect on a previous, similar injury, and compare and contrast how they both were handled. Many years ago, back in high school, I sprained my ankle, at least, I think I sprained my ankle, it swelled to the size of … Continue reading a tale of two sprains
This post contains affiliate links. Thank you for your support of kindism.org. I’ve recently had the opportunity to “put my feet up and take it easy” (Doctors orders, my how far modern medicine has come, and before anyone speculates, I’m not pregnant) so I’ve been working my way through a massive stack of books (I … Continue reading Pure of Mind, Body & Spirit
I recently typed up a seven page post about how Principia failed to meet and recognize the needs to students, then I had a conversation with a close friend who asked, rather pointedly, how Principia was supposed to know anything was wrong and I'm sharing this instead. In Christian Science we are to correct our … Continue reading Everything is Fine & Other Lies Principians Tell Each Other
Last month I laid out some ambitious plans to get my life on track in 2019, some of those things are going better than others -- I'm remembering to take my multi-vitamin, but "meal planning" (even with an app) has failed. Meals are happening, but that's more because I have a well stocked pantry (and … Continue reading February – it is February right?
A series of unfortunate events at the turn of the new year led me to take up strength training two mornings a week with a personal trainer. It has been a surreal experience, I'm shocked how much I'm enjoying it, and I'm becoming incredibly aware of my body in aways I wasn't before. I'm aware … Continue reading Passive Awareness of the Body
In honor of Mother's Day, some posts pertaining to Mothers. The Dead Mother's Society Straightforward & Honest A Loving Summation Of Atheism To A Worried Christian Mother By Francisco de Zurbaran (1598 - 1664) – painter (Spanish)Born in Seville, Spain. Details of artist on Google Art Project [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, … Continue reading Crossing the Bar