Big B… Little B. What Begins with B?

Breasts.

Why is it that people are so turned off, so grossed out, so appalled at a woman who takes her breast out to nurse her baby in public?  Yet when I stand in the grocery store checkout aisle, folks, men and women, are unfazed, maybe even drawn to the weekly with the woman standing on a rocky cliff with two pale yellow acute triangles pasted on her nipples?

Something Original, Please?

I like to people watch.  I used to.  I used to think of it as an interesting and provocative game.  But now it’s more a mundane chore.  I rather stay in bed.  People are all the same at the end of the day.  So it seems.  I take the bus downtown and everyone is wearing the same designer whoever, eating at the most talked about restaurants (no matter how much they suck), talking about the most talked about viral video, or just trying to be the most talked about.  Yawn.

A Little Time with You

This is extremely difficult to do but let’s try together.

First, turn off the T.V. in your bathroom, your kitchen, your bedroom, your kids’ room and the living room. 

Turn off your IPod and shut down that Mac. 

Don't reach for that phone.

Put down the People magazine or whatever journal du jour lives on your desk. 

Now sit in a comfy but not too comfy, as it might put you to sleep, chair or sofa. 

Take a deep breath. 

Slowly let it out.

Did you hear that?  Don’t be alarmed.  Its just silence.  True it can be deafening but if you practice first once a day, then maybe twice a day for about 10 minutes, you might actually hear your own thoughts.  Ahhh, yes.  Imagine that.  If you can get used to these moments, then perhaps you’ll be brave enough to ask “Who am I?” 

Who knows.  One day you might just get an answer.

Til then….

peace