Two cracked mirrors, when faced, reflect each other as whole. What is broken remains broken. But we are restored by all that connects us: the cracks, the edges, the shame, and the fear. In the recognition of ourselves in the other, we transform them and make them beautiful again.
I’ve been listening to Tom Waits a lot but I’ve now shifted my focus on the songs of Leonard Cohen. I don’t remember what caught my attention or how I suddenly went there but I did and I’ve rediscovered his music and his incredible, magnificent lyrics. My Dad and I fell in love with this… More Ring the bells that still can ring
Time seems to be playing with me. I wrote a blog entry that talked about how I revisited my journals and found something delightful and pleasant as opposed to my usual response, which is one of disgust. It involves seeing a name, a person I interviewed twelve years ago, who has become a really good friend… More a convergence
Every time I’m in Bacolod, I always end up picking up one of my old journals and reading through them and getting pissed off and frustrated at how stupid and idiotic I was as a young adult. I was over-emotional, always over-reacting, and I was throwing myself head first into futile situations. Maybe it’s the… More for a change
So, Juice is closing shop. The website I’ve been writing for since 2012 is done. It’s ran its course and the backers, I think, are planning on heading on a new direction. I was told ahead of time but now that it’s happening, I feel a little sad. This was a place for me to… More Juice bids farewell