Bronwyn

They've still got their morning paper and their coffee and their time

And they still enjoy their evenings with the skeptics and the wine

But all the wonders I have seen, I will see a second time

From inside of the ages through your eyes

Mothers have martyred themselves in their children’s names since the beginning of time. We have lived as if she who disappears the most, loves the most. We have been conditioned to prove our love by slowly ceasing to exist... What a terrible burden for children to bear—to know that they are the reason their mother stopped living. What a terrible bu... See more

we should all feel an obligation to tell stories about a human future that we actually want to be a part of.

Each morning, instead of becoming frazzled and confused in the face of bad news and disappointments, remember to treat your body like a vast universe of cells seeking new ways to feel electric and alive, new ways to celebrate beauty and courage, new ways to help the vulnerable, new ways to embrace the sublime.

The terrifying and also mundane forces that press on us every day eventually deceive us into viewing our lives through pessimistic, suspicious eyes. As happiness is treated like a rare luxury and compassion is supplanted by apathy and even brutality, the once-joyful and once-compassionate and once-idealistic among us choose a pose that’s above all ... See more