by Tara Joyce | Aug 19, 2010 | Cultural Creativity
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Artificial acceptance of people and circumstances we resent
Why do we pretend? Why do we stay in situations that hurt us?
It’s not that we’re being nice. It’s not that we care.
We tell ourselves we’re needed and necessary. We inflate our importance.
We feed our ego.
Because we ‘care’
Because I ‘cared’ I used to happily let myself be a food source for others. I saw it as the thing I was good at. My fulfillment came from letting others dine freely on my time, talent and energy. They fed on my energy and my ego fed on their attention.
by Tara Joyce | Aug 16, 2010 | Self/Business Growth
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Can you provide it for me?
Unfortunately, I’ve agreed that in order for me to be something, I need external validation to be so.
Things aren’t real and true because I feel them. They’re true when something bigger than me validates them.
They’re true when some else agrees.
Like you.
Will ‘credentials’ make me confident being what I am?
It’s easier to feel confident about what you’re doing when you have them.
by Tara Joyce | Aug 16, 2010 | My Journey | What's On My Mind
God gave us fingers–Ma says, “Use your fork.”
God gave us voices–Ma says, “Don’t scream.”
Ma says eat broccoli, cereal and carrots.
But God gave us tasteys for maple ice cream.
God gave us fingers–Ma says, “Use your hanky.”
by Tara Joyce | Aug 4, 2010 | My Journey | What's On My Mind
[tweetmeme]I don’t need to be so serious about it.
Play.
It’s exciting to fool around.
Making love isn’t about making a baby.
It’s about the sensuality of the process.
The play of ideas.
Striving for some Thing more, some Thing different,
by Tara Joyce | Jul 30, 2010 | My Journey | What's On My Mind
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Me, as a creative being.
I can’t pinpoint where or when I made the decision,
but at some point I decided – THAT part of me – the very soul of me, is
safer being hidden and ignored.
If I don’t share it, I can never be hurt or disappointed by it.
It can never be held up as no good,
and I will never know I am no-talent.
If I don’t recognize it, I can be sure to stay in a place where no one else does either.
