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Via The School of Life: “We’re used to thinking of envy in very negative terms. But it’s an emotion we should learn to accept and – in a calculated way – learn from.”


“I always think of empathy as this kind of sacred space,” Dr. Brené Brown says. “When someone’s in a deep hole, and they shout out from the bottom and say ‘hey, I’m stuck, it’s dark, I’m overwhelmed,’ we look and climb down, and say, ‘I know what it’s like down here, and you’re not alone.’”

“We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.

When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.

It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable.”

–Mark Nepo

Terribly Real

by Emilie Autumn

“Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are.”

–Augustine of Hippo

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

–Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

Portrait of Anais Nin taken in NYC in 70s by E...

Anais Nin by Elsa Dorfman 

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

–Anaïs Nin

Home from Dubai safe, sound, and freshly showered. For the record, 10 hours into a 14-hour flight is when my restlessness really kicks in. But then, through the plane’s A/V system, I discovered that Meshell Ndegeocello has a Nina Simone tribute album out. The music was like a gift to my weary traveler’s soul, and I found myself transported as I was transported. Glad to be back, and I’m feelin’ good.

Had a doozy of a nightmare last night. Sat in bed for almost an hour trying to sort out my feelings and untangle reality from dreamstuff. Put on a brave face at work, imbibed lots of coffee to compensate for poor sleep, and was surprisingly quite productive. Going to the gym felt good, a much-needed way to burn off any residual gunk. But as soon as I walked in my front door, the mean reds kicked in. Finally alone, I didn’t have to keep a mask on anymore, not even for myself.

So, now I’m trying to figure out, what is my Tiffany’s? What is the place that makes it all better, even for a little while? I think, in essence, it’s really the life I’m trying to build for myself, brick by brick. I know I’m making progress. But right now, it feels all too slow.

Being exquisitely human doesn’t mean putting on a happy face all the time. It is, in part, about living authentically. And that means acknowledging when something hurts.

“How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.”

―Rainer Maria Rilke “Letters to a Young Poet”