Sometimes I feel that becoming a parent leaves you with your guts poured out on the floor. All of you, in its messy gloriousness, spread everywhere for the world to see. As it is literally with childbirth, I suppose it is only rational for the rest of you – the inner, emotional you, to follow …
In small moments when my daughter wants to sit with me, on my lap, and is not content unless her hand is touching my neck, collarbone, hands or heart - this is when I fully realize and remember why we're here. What we're meant to do. What we've been looking for. Connecting with others, ourselves, …
It seems feasible to me that consciousness is like a fiber optic cable. There is one source of light, but many, many ‘tubes’ that carry the same light in their own faculty, individually. Except rather than being static and unchanging ‘tubes’ that emit the source light unchanged, we bend the source to our own liking, …
Amie Zor 