humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
A night without my mobile phone . Top Story - January 2022.
I bought my first mobile phone in 1997, just after pagers were all the rage. And how cool was it to own a pager? A service where you phone up and speak to an operator to give them a message to send to the pager.
By Victoria Day-Joel4 years ago in Humans
Owls Vision
There was a young native man named Precious Feathers, and while growing up, he had goals and aspirations to be the chief of his tribe one day. He was very much into the history of his tribe and everything it stood for, but saw the way his people were living currently and felt as if they had turned away from their roots and lost the way of living in which the elders had paved the way for. So he seeked out the elders one day, looking to go on a spirit quest. The elders helped Precious Feathers get ready for the quest and made sure he was prepared. After going through fasting, prayer, meditating, and the sweat lodge, young Precious Feathers was ready for his Spirit Quest.
By Tyler Fairbanks4 years ago in Humans
The Late Armistice
The difference between animals and humans is clear; our conscious. We are aware of our being, aware of a purpose, and enlightened in our intellectual connection to thought and to others. This difference is so significant that in our arrogance we often forget that we are animals in our nature. But it is a bane of mankind in our pride to neglect acknowledging our most powerful tool in which we are all governed by without choice; fear.
By Laura Kennedy4 years ago in Humans
Perspective
Icy pellets of rain pelt the frozen barren ground, twinkling from the setting twilight as each drop travels downward. A lone barn owl perches high on a windowpane that lost its glass decades ago. The white round face eerily floats in front of a black background, always watching…always seeing. No longer a home to livestock, the rust-colored barn leans slightly northward as if shouldering itself against a mighty winter wind. While once majestic, this aged farm structure has become home to field mice, stray cats, and the occasional coyote in search of nourishment. Snuggled in a straw nest, a momma cat nurses days-old six kittens, eyes still sealed shut from birth. Its contented purring does not impress the owl; bored with the family bonding moment, it turns its face once again to the horizon.
By Tammy Wellbrock4 years ago in Humans
Poverty and mental health: policy, practice and research implications
Summary This article examines the relationship between poverty and mental health problems. We draw on the experience of Glasgow, our home city, which contains some of Western Europe's areas of greatest concentrated poverty and poorest health outcomes. We highlight how mental health problems are related directly to poverty, which in turn underlies wider health inequalities. We then outline implications for psychiatry.
By Charles Annune4 years ago in Humans
The Night Owl Story Dilemma
As of late, my life’s been hectic and stressed. My household has been sick with covid for the past month since all four members in my family had their turn in contracting this God forsaken virus that has changed the world and taken loved ones. At the rate of one day at a time, we’ve been slowly crawling out the trenches of the symptoms that caused separation, fear and desperation in my family.
By Jea Santos-Strong4 years ago in Humans
A Crossroads in Winter
The sky is quickly turning from hazy red to a light pink and grey as the sun sets and day swiftly transitions into night. It is only 5:10 pm but darkness comes early and stays past its welcome in the New England winter months. I can see my breath, coming out in long plumes, swirling and disappearing, as I make my way through the brightly lit sidewalks. The path ahead takes me from the ornate mansion, which houses the Health & Healing department where I work, winding up towards the low-slung, modern building that seems to disappear into the hillside where the main lobby and check-in for the hotel are located. The walkways are clear and tidy, recently salted, with piles of sparkling white snow on either side, from the weeks’ recent snowstorm. Luckily, there is no snow in the forecast tonight, so my commute should be a quick and easy one. Fingers crossed.
By Michele Boyer4 years ago in Humans
The God of Ignorance
“For a time, those who sought an audience with me did so to ask questions. About the nature of the universe, about myself, and sometimes about those they held dear. Perhaps that is why you have come.” None of those were the real reason that Hamilton stood before the Almighty Creator, but now he was feeling self-conscious about not having anything prepared.
By Will Alloway4 years ago in Humans
The Tree By The Lake
Far beyond his own backyard, a young boy wanders through the early morning of a new spring. All vibrance of the world had been reserved for film, before he walked on grass this green. It kept impressions of each footstep, as a makeshift slingshot hung loosely at his side. Here in the deepness of this quiet forest, where the sky is blue as the sun is bright, rests an old gray lake. He kneels to pluck stones from the shore, and begins to hum out a melody. The lyrics were mumbles, so he couldn't tell if it came from him, or his mother. Perhaps he had heard it to the sound of dinner cooking, and the lack of pots and pans had attributed to its obscurity.
By Lillian Knuckey4 years ago in Humans
Patchwork of Sorrow
Moist air stuck to his feathers. Wailing wind swirled through the street until it passed into the oak he was perched on. A few leaves abandoned their according branches and decided to join in the wind’s journey. He would too, eventually, but for the moment all he did was readjust his position. Smoky clouds clotted the crimson and gold rays of the setting sun, but occasionally the deep colors would break through. The scent of rainwater, pine needles, and desperation hung thick in the creeping fog. He recognized this as the smell of his home.
By Victoria Cage4 years ago in Humans
Grease
Hello, T. I've wanted to say something to you for a long time. It's been fourteen years since you said what you did, and your words still gut me. We're adults, we haven't spoken in years and our lives have gone down different paths. We don't even live in the same state anymore. You probably have no idea, and how could you? These insignificant words you said, how can they have so much meaning? I wanted you to know they did, and they still do. I wanted you to know that I hate you. I've resented you and everything you said you stood for. I abhor the persona you show everyone else. I hate the others too, but not as much as you. Let's talk about why.
By Brandy Enn4 years ago in Humans
