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Weirdos are Wonderful: One

“What goes around, comes around.” A simple phrase that embodies a simple concept – that what you put out into the world, you get back. There are many words and phrases to describe this idea: karma, self-fulfilling prophecy, reaping what you sow, the three-fold rule, and even “the secret.” This concept has even wormed its way into our sciences in the form of Newton’s Third Law of Motion: for every action, there is an equal but opposite reaction. It is an idea found throughout history and across the world. No one person, town, culture, ethnicity, race, country, continent, or hemisphere has claim to it. 

But, something that is often overlooked is the reason that this concept is true, which is that everything is connected. Look around you. Everything you see, touch, smell, hear, and even consume connects you to something else. The air you breathe was once dispelled by the plants and trees. The water you drink was once dripped from cavern walls. The food you eat came from other living things. The atoms that make up the neurons firing in your brain right this instant were not always yours. Even your body itself – dependent on the plentiful good bacteria within and upon it – could not exist without the assistance of other beings. Life begets death. Death fuels life. Your life, this brief moment, this short breath, is merely borrowed. 

You are not a separate entity – you are only a small piece in a puzzle larger than you could even imagine. But, your piece is connected, through all its windy, unpredictable edges, to the larger picture; and, no puzzle is complete without all the pieces. Which brings me to why this matters today: when you do damage to the pieces around you, you disrupt the picture and your place in it. When you damage another, you do damage to yourself. When you allow another to suffer, you allow yourself to suffer. When you take advantage of a system that lifts you up by tearing others down, you allow that system to perpetuate – whether you intend this or not. When you continue a history of hurt and hate based on the foolish notion that others are inferior and/or irrelevant to you because their skin is a different color than yours, you invite hurt and hate into your own life. 

I know that barriers to changing “the way the world is” may seem insurmountable. I know how easy it is to feel powerless in the face of centuries of history. I know how difficult it is to believe in a reality, a story, different from the only one you have known your entire life. I know the unknown is frighteningly uncertain. But, the world has changed before. Empires that thought they would last forever fell. Cultures that thought they would be lost to the ages have survived, been remembered, or been rediscovered. Revolutions have destroyed tyrannies and created new opportunities. Influential people pass away. New leaders are born. The world changes every single day, so fighting for what is right always matters. 

But, especially now, you can make a difference. Especially now, you will not be fighting alone. Even if you cannot or will not participate in the protests, you can still help. Even if you cannot donate to organizations or bail funds, you can still help. Create signs (for protests). Vote for better leaders, nationally and locally. Educate yourself – on history, on systems of oppression, on culture, on law, etc. Paint a mural that can be seen from space. There are endless ways that you can help. And, Google can provide you with plentiful ideas if you run out. Just join the fight – if not for others, then for yourself. For, what goes around, comes around. Black Lives Matter!

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Inspiration for this post comes from: my many teachers (both officially employed as such and not), my many philosophically inclined friends, Carolyn Elliot, Veronica Varlow, more Sufi poets than I can even remember the names of, and so many more. Thank you all! Special thanks to Emilie Autumn (musician, artist, writer… renaissance lady), who reminded me of this truth and inspired me to write this with your recent instagram posts. I am committed. For this, and a million other things, thank you!

Hello. “Weirdos are Wonderful” is, admittedly, an idea that simply popped into my head today. I hope, in time, to make this a series of posts sharing various wisdom that I have learned from, well, the “weirdos” in my life. But, I have a habit of letting things like this slip me by. So, we’ll see. 

Firstly, I would like to address the word “weird.” In my opinion, it simply means outside the norm. It is not inherently positive or negative, although I usually mean it as a compliment. In fact, I think we are all weirdos in our own way (though many hide it). I do not use the word to be insulting. I apologize ahead of time if anyone is offended. 

Secondly, I would like to share why I chose to focus on what I have learned from weirdos in my life specifically. I am not trying to say that more “normal” people do not have wisdom to share. Simply, I have found that the advice of weirdos has usually helped me more than the advice of more “normal” people for the simple reason that weirdos frequently have a very different perspective. They are able to break people out of a current, problematic mindset because they have a mindset that is complimentary but different. 

So, to all the weirdos out there, making the world a better, more diverse place: Thank you! 

(The Point of) Life

People say the point of life is to shoot for the moon. 

And, as far as I can tell, this does seem to be true. 

But, I know there is something that “people” have forgotten:  

A needed tip, advice, for weaker hearts with “problems.” 

Some may find it easy to keep the moon in sight, 

Even as they plan the plans needed for the flight. 

Even as they find a mathematician, an engineer, and more. 

Even as they get in fabulous shape, and stay mentally stable, for sure. 

Even as they learn to pilot, in case the worst should come. 

Even through all this effort over a time that feels so long. 

But, those like me, we stumble. The waiting bogs us down. 

All the loose ends tie us up until we cannot tell up from down. 

And, in this anxious, frenzied state, we are likely to be blind. 

To dive into a rippling lake, in a vain attempt, to find…

That our moon was a mirage, a reflection on the waves. 

And, we wind up even farther from the dreams we crave. 

To shoot for the moon, you need more than dreams, 

More than blind ambitions, more than goals to achieve. 

You need the perseverance to stay determined, strong. 

You need to enjoy every step of the journey you are on. 

For, if you let the devil in the details have your ear, 

You will be frozen in place by your own folly and fear. 

So, do not regret the moments you are not yet on the moon. 

Wake up grateful every morning for the opportunity, and soon…

You will get there, inch by inch, and at just the right time. 

For the point may be the view at the top, but, life is in the climb.

Doesn’t Come from a Store

The holidays should be about joy, 

Friends, and family, not gifts and toys. 

So, please remember, as you enjoy,

Not to believe tricks ads employ. 

Forgiveness doesn’t mean “we can still be friends.” 

Forgiveness doesn’t mean “it’s okay if it happens again.” 

Forgiveness doesn’t mean “I trust you now.” 

Forgiveness doesn’t mean “I will forget about.” 

Forgiveness doesn’t mean “it wasn’t a mistake.” 

Forgiveness doesn’t mean “the hurt does not remain.” 

Forgiveness only means “I have accepted the event.” 

Forgiveness is about moving on, from them. 


I stand before the cracked and ancient wood. The door, swollen from the humidity, creaks against its frame. The knob sits cold and rusty, rarely touched. My eyes bore holes into it. I keep waiting for it to simply melt away under the heat of my gaze. Afraid it might, I glance around me. The familiar walls of the surrounding room are covered with a gentle blue sheen. They are comforting, but suffocating. They provide protection, but at the cost of freedom and companionship. I used to believe the price was worth it. All the shades are drawn, hiding the world I thought was out of reach. I look back to the door. On the other side, there will be fear, and sadness. But, on the other side, there is the world. There is a rich and textured life full of adventures, and love. On the other side, is joy. Do I have courage enough to open it?

Historical Daisy

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do.

I’m not crazy, nor am I in love with you.

But, I only propose a marriage, ‘cause, unless you have a miscarriage,

Since your honor’s destroyed, and you can’t be employed, 

Then, otherwise, you’d be screwed.

Henry, Henry, here is my answer, true.

I’m not crazy. So, while I’m not in love with you,

I’ll still accept the marriage, while praying for a miscarriage,

‘Cause father’s got a small purse, and you could be worse.

And, this way, we BOTH will be screwed. 

Everywhere He Is In Chains

When the lord, up on high,

Tethered me to this place, dry, 

Without a drop to drink,

All that I could ever do,

Without the aid I need, ’tis true,

Is to sit and think. 

And, with nothing but to ponder, 

I have slowly come to wonder,

What is the point of this? 

This exercise in futility,

This absence of ability, 

That seems to have no end?

Am I but a simple display,

To warn others who go astray,

To turn back to the path? 

Or, am I entertainment,

To those in better arrangements,

Who wish to laugh at pain? 

Or is it even worse yet?

Am I some unknown monster’s pet,

To be caged and kept apart? 

Or is even that too good for me?

Am I exactly what I seem,

Without any purpose? 

And, does it matter in the end,

If you are absent, foe, or friend?

Would it change my circumstance?

And, as misery clouds my mind, 

I try to leave these thoughts behind, 

But, they are all I have. 

For, here I must remain, 

Whether it brings pleasure or pain, 

Or I yearn to be free.

So, I question and escape in dreams, 

Because, in this world of pointless things, 

At least it passes time… 


I know that I am broken,

But many disagree.

They say that I am bent, 

Under pressure, but still me.

I think they just don’t get it.

They don’t understand. 

I know that I am broken, 

But this is not my end. 

Sand down that edge there,

And fill in that small crack. 

Glue it all together 

And find that I am back.

My appearance may have changed,

Maybe even my purpose. 

But, I am only reinvented, 

Which is not the same as worthless. 

I know that I am broken, 

And I will be fixed again. 

I wonder, this time, 

What form I will be in…

Won’t Feel It

Hang me up and cut me down

Do what you can do

You have delivered so much pain

It’s what I expect from you

Sling your stones and break my bones

Make me feel despair

I am worthless in your eyes

But I no longer care

You pushed too far, tipped me over

My world flipped upside down

You left me lost and grasping

Now know what I found

You twist the truth and tell me lies

But I know this much is true

I am leaving, I have realized

I am better without you