Deciding to love our bodies, despite illness, is the best superpower we have.
A New York University research team is using hallucinogenic experiences to help patients come to terms with their mortality.
"Nick Fernandez entered a cave. “I’m outside of my body,” he recalled nearly a year after it happened, with a “realer than real” immediacy that still could only be expressed in present tense. “My body is on a clothing hanger. I’m walking around it, looking at it, deciding if I want to choose it or not. I’m thinking about my body in terms of all the people my body has ever had sex with, all the food that’s ever gone into it, all the chemotherapy, all the exercise, all the shit that’s ever come out of it. I pictured my parents conceiving me, making this body. Everything I can imagine that’s happened to this body in 26 years, I saw. It’s like when you shop for a new car and they say it has 30,000 miles, and was in this crash, and this happened to it. And, I was outside of this body walking around it thinking, ‘Should I get this body or not?’ I eventually decided that I would. And, when I entered into my body, honestly, I felt like a superhero putting on his suit for the first time. It was the first time since I’ve been sick that I came to terms with what my body was. It wasn’t this thing that I wanted to be better, that I wished didn’t have cancer. I said, ‘This is my body and I choose to take it as my vehicle in this life.’ And, I think the message is, that you don’t get to choose. This is what you get. Use it well.” Nearly a year later, Nick still thinks about that message every day."
his going to the Father, the spirit,
is not something
that should not have happened.
It must happen.
The hero’s death and resurrection
is a model for
the casting off of the old life
and moving into the new.”
Excerpt From: Campbell, Joseph. “A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living.”
I made @elanaspantry’s meringues for our Passover Seder. And now they’re ALL GONE. Cause they’re deeeelicious.
I made marshmallows (recipe incoming) and hit the streets to see if I could get strangers to take (and eat) my homemade candy.
It went better than I could have hoped.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Friends with great taste in music make the best friends. This is DOPE.
I LOATHE wanting things I can’t have. That’s probably why I bake so much. I want cookie + I make cookie = cookie is now MINE
Louis C.K. (via gretagrwigs)
these are my kittens, yes they meow weird, but they are mine. i found them all on my own. they are my ohana. back the fuck off camera.
are you fucking kidding me
SHE LIKE FLASHES HER CLAWS IN THE FIRST GIF LIKE BITCH STEP BACK