Can’t. Sit. by Rick Lunkenheimer

This spoke directly to yours truly, since unless she’s somewhere it’s okay to sit cross legged and ramrod straight, her back doesn’t allow her to sit through a full performance of any of the fine arts she loves (good thing she can’t afford ’em anyway, huh? 😐

As we read about this man’s personal experiences with his (completely invisible) disability, it is brought home to us how many people all around us might be suffering from similar challenges. How would we ever know?

Default compassion. Default politeness and consideration. It’s the only way to be.

Via Shalini



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A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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