I don't have much more to say about this one than, "I like it, there's something about it that sticks to me," which is sometimes really all you need to say. Hopefully this is one of those times.
Here is something I have never thought before, I think: "What an excellent Modern Love column!" It's about love, and about being modern! It lives up to its name, for once, and you should read it. Also it is by someone who is responsible, and not a victim, and has some boundaries, and the piece is not a cheap revenge shot against some stupid ex-boyfriend, as so many Modern Love columns are. Even though the author is in some kind of near-cult thing, that is sort of fine! (Even though that thingy she is a fan of is a product of the author of Miracles of Mind: [...]
Canudos, the holy city. From the hills it had looked like a mirage. Fifty-two hundred mud huts and a handful of white-washed churches spread along a bend in the Vasa-Barris, where a few years before there had been only a ruined farmhouse and an old well. The walls of the houses were the same shade as the parched earth on which they stood, so you could barely see the town until you were already in it. For the last ten months of the city's life, it been bombarded by a full division of the Brazilian Army. Thousands of its defenders—the half-cowboy, half-bandit jagunços—were dead. They had been shelled by artillery [...]
Visualizing a downpour of rain on Colorado.
— Marianne Williamson (@marwilliamson) June 28, 2012
Neat! Megalomaniacal New Age preacher-shill Marianne Williamson has been mounting a comeback and I didn't even know it! She is a wingnut, and a former associate of the uber-wingnut Louise Hay, who—well, let her tell you her own parable of manifesting a sore throat because she wants to be pitied. You know, because we all make ourselves sick with our thoughts. HOW do you beat those thoughts? I'm glad you asked.