The sun shines brighter, longer as of now. For sure here in the desert, but in most other places too, and we know what that means! After a few months of near-invisible vitiligo for us whiter skinned ones, of relaxing in our own skins, literally, it's time to get out the sun screen, time for sun avoidance, and the increased self-consciousness that visits many during the spring and summer months. Perhaps our tawnier-skinned sisters and brothers don't have the luxury of detente during winter... or maybe they don't give a dang one way or another. "Not giving a shit is the secret to happiness," quipped a woman friend at work today. She is one of the most radiant persons I know.
The fine art of not giving a shit what others think -- ah! is there a school for this? Well, there's the University of Life, where self-appointed PhDs are well-earned; the School of Hard Knocks has some stellar graduates in DGAS; and Love School metes out doctorates in small but impressive numbers, as it's the ultimate classroom for discernment between the shit that poisons and the fertile droppings that nourish the garden of love and life.
My computer is conking out so I'll close this day of resurrection with a prayer that we give a shit about ourselves big time and show it.
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