And then I loved you

Reached out to you every chance that I got

I learned the spices to please you

In both the bed and the kitchen


And then I shared my food and my music with you

My light

My body at night


But then you left

Every time

You were busy

Too often


And then I got used to waiting

Got tired of waiting

Then stopped


On you


I started living my life

Hear birds sing

And that wind on my lips was delicious

People smiled at me

Talked to me



Men wanted me

And even though I didn’t want them back


I started living


My heart was beating so hard

And pumping my blood to my vessels

From the lungs breathing spring air

And I lived a full life

Without you

Then you wanted to share

Some thoughts


With me

But I did not care


I already lived my full life

Without you

I could not fit you in anymore

Among butterflies in my stomach

From somebody else’s smile.

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Why is everyone so worried about being normal?

“People are so afraid of variety that they try to fit everything into a tiny little box with a specific label,” says 16-year-old Rosie King, who is bold, brash and autistic. She wants to know: Why is everyone so worried about being normal? She sounds a clarion call for every kid, parent, teacher and person to celebrate uniqueness. It’s a soaring testament to the potential of human diversity.

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Autism. Asperger’s. The world needs all kinds of minds.

Autism activist Temple Grandin talks about how her mind works — sharing her ability to “think in pictures,” which helps her solve problems that neurotypical brains might miss. She makes the case that the world needs people on the autism spectrum: visual thinkers, pattern thinkers, verbal thinkers, and all kinds of smart geeky kids.

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Calming Breathing

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Michael Lee – “The Addict, a Magician”

addiction We experimented each day. Lowered the smoke into the deep mine of the chest as though it were a rope with a hook at the end of it to pull the emptiness back out. We partitioned ourselves away to the dark piece by piece, did not remove the emptiness but further became it.

The mind of the addict is cunning enough to convince the body it is not dying.

Addiction is the ethereal art of forgetting that you are still here.

The difference between the addict and one who is drowning is the one who is drowning knows it.

I haven’t fed my skin to a blade for nearly a decade for fear of what I might let out.

What sleeps must one day wake, even when you sneak through your own life like a thief.

I feel ill to even think it, but I have to thank you. Some days your death is all that stands between me and a drink. There were days I went so far as to hold a bottle in my hand, but couldn’t bring myself to swallow because your name was stuck in my throat.

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is the release of all hope for a better past.

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Minding your mitochondria | Dr. Terry Wahls

Dr. Terry Wahls learned how to properly fuel her body. Using the lessons she learned at the subcellular level, she used diet to cure her MS and get out of her wheelchair.

This talk features health advice based on a personal narrative. Viewer discretion advised.

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