family-relationships

In the white marble hall of the hotel, I'm waltzing with Rajat. The music is a river and we're dancing in it. It winds against our bodies, muscular as a serpent.

Wait. Is a real, live adult person actually asking me details about the games I play? This is unheard of.

May we all listen to what's really going on with our friends and loved ones. Listen and stand with them in their pain and their joy.

You can't experience the Father's embrace until you first embrace your earthly father's experience.

No Matter What, When, Where or Who _ He is Forever My Daddy ~ MJ

I suppose men, even myself, are perpetually boys. The sons of parents who provide the staples of what makes up a life_ a home, an example of what it means to be human, however fucked up that may be. We are molded by impressions and an example, single days that stick out, and wounds that split us open and never close. We take on other people__ pain and sometimes make them ours.

No true...father would be unconcerned about discord in his family that may cause it to disintegrate in his absence...

Live today. You never know when tomorrow will be a day too late.

When you get older, you think of sadness in a different way. You don't judge it so harshly.

The ice cold fear I__ felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by guys who were unspeakably brave, hit my body again in a wave. This was trauma__he gift that keeps on giving.

Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don__ even know we__e making, they__e so dull or routine or automatic. Some are beyond explanation__ike my mom choosing Wyatt__ memory over Dad and me.

Spread love. Hug the people you care about and make sure they know that you care and appreciate them. Make it known to your friends and family that you love them.

One is not to win the world, he has to win the home (family).

How I treat my daughter today, is how my daughter will treat you, tomorrow.

The causes of familial discord and distance are countless, but the results are often the same: secrecy, blame, sadness, hurt, confusion, and feelings of loss and grief.

I don't feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don't clarify, I don't doubt, I don't worry. I don't tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as much as I can.

With 70,000 thoughts a day and 95% of our activity controlled by the subconscious mind, no wonder that it feels as though we are asleep most of the time. To awake, we need to train Self-Remembering and Mindfulness.

Life is real, not ideal.