Stream of Consciousness
Cold Air, Warm Fire, Repeat. Runner-Up in The Ritual of Winter Challenge.
Winter always has a way of sneaking up on me, expecting me to be ready and waiting for it. As if there will ever be a world in which I stretch, yawn, see my breath in the air first thing in the morning, and immediately think, “Yes, absolutely, let’s do months of this.”
By Shannon Hilsonabout a month ago in Humans
The Puzzle
Ah, puzzles. Love them, hate them, feel apathetic towards them; regardless of our own personal feelings on the matter, they have existed and will likely continue to exist for a long time unless we nuke ourselves out as a species. Confusing, thrilling, yet oftentimes frustrating as well, these specimens form both the bane and backbone of many of our everyday matters.
By Snarky Lisaabout a month ago in Humans
Sherrone Moore’s Wife Kelli Moore: What We Know and What Michigan Isn’t Saying Yet
When a major college football program lands in the center of a nationwide discussion, it’s not just the coaches and players who suddenly find themselves under a microscope. Families, spouses, and anyone connected to the story often get pulled into the whirlwind. That’s exactly what’s happening right now as searches for “Sherrone Moore wife” and “Kelli Moore” skyrocket across the internet.
By Bevy Osuosabout a month ago in Humans
Humid Humility
Humid Humility is a feeling of humbleness that is deep, overwhelming, and intense. I recently encountered this feeling not in a sermon or a poem, but on the side of Mount Stanley, which is the highest peak of the Rwenzori Mountains in Uganda. I had been planning the ascent for months. I'm an experienced hiker who has climbed big mountains like those in the Alps and Rockies. I had the best equipment, trained hard, and felt extremely confident. I knew the physical effort would be intense, but I was mentally prepared to simply will myself to the top, regardless of conditions. This, I realize now, was modesty, not true humility,
By Kelly Munala Brookesabout a month ago in Humans
Thoughts
Action in inaction and inaction in action This means an action without a target and without will is an inaction in nature and do take no action when you don't have will and a target is taking an action itself. When you don't have to make a decision don't make one.
By Aashish Khadkaabout a month ago in Humans
The Identifiable Victim Effect:
Most people think their compassion scales with the size of a tragedy. In practice, the opposite shows up again and again. One injured dog will pull more donations than a barn full of starving animals. One missing child will draw more public outrage than a report about hundreds of children living in the same conditions.
By Dr. Mozelle Martinabout a month ago in Humans
When Soulmates Reunite: A Love That Time Could Not Break
Introduction: The Echo of a Lost Love Some connections are so profound that distance, time, or circumstances cannot diminish them. You may have met someone who felt like your other half, shared moments that lingered in your soul, and then, for reasons beyond your control, parted ways.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a month ago in Humans
Signs You’ve Met Your Soulmate (Even if They’re Not Perfect)
Have you ever met someone and felt like your soul already knew them? Like a whisper deep inside saying, “There you are”? That instant spark, the comfort, and the inexplicable familiarity — these are the signs that you may have met your soulmate, even if they’re not flawless.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a month ago in Humans
Who Is Sherrone Moore’s Wife? What We Know About Kelli Moore as Michigan Football Faces Turmoil
When major college football programs hit turbulent moments, the attention doesn’t stop with the coach. Over the last few hours, one search phrase has spiked dramatically across Google and social platforms: “Sherrone Moore wife.” The sudden surge reflects a broader wave of interest around Michigan football, rumours circulating online, and questions fans are urgently trying to answer.
By Bevy Osuosabout a month ago in Humans
Our Frozen Rituals
The cold was like an invitation to adventure, and one we looked forward to, like the fourth of July, anxiously anticipating the first hints of snowfall like fireworks. As Christmas break drew closer, we watched excitedly, as the sky turned the color of old iron. Suggesting that old man winter would soon be slowly and methodically making his way across the corn field graveyards and settling in, as if he was giving us permission to begin.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Humans
