The Why of Glasses I missed my glasses. Folly to mourn healing of the cranium,
the return of equilibrium in the timing of an eye’s focus,
no more headaches. No need. But I missed them over and over, magic blue glasses.
Instant focus not of the eyes but of the mind.
Perched on my head top announcing my greatest strength and weakness:
you read too much.
Sexy glasses for looking through and under and over.
Sat-on, slept-in, dropped, re-bent, lost and found.
Scholar’s badge alon
GAMES BEYOND ESCAPISM… Play. RADICAL COMPASSION: Compash-Imagination TOOLS: field notebook and good pen, a timer, other humans, and a supple imagination TIME: ten minutes DIFFICULTY: [It’s going to be just fine.] RISK: low, but you will come back changed. ORIENTATION: Compassion is often perceived as an experience, something that we feel or that can come upon us. By the strategically resilient, it is to be treated more as a skill, a commitment, a practice, and a source of usa