miamatangi:

DOUBLE BUBBLE TROUBLE

miamatangi:

DOUBLE BUBBLE TROUBLE

When a woman’s face is wrinkled
And her hairs are sprinkled,
With gray, Lackaday!
Aside she’s cast,
No one respect will pay;
Remember, Lasses, remember.
And while the sun shines make hay:
You must not expect in December,
The flowers you gathered in May.
Ann Rinaldi (via observando)
Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say “going through the motions”—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind.

This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.
Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams (via wordsnquotes)
hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

Never get angry…Never make a threat. Reason with people.

Mario Puzo, The Godfather

Happy Birthday!

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