God and Wine

For years, I've kept my heart like a porcelain doll--unable to be touched or played with out of fear that it might be damaged...or broken. "Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart?, asks Ms. Keys.  Anyone who has tried knows that it's impossible. So instead, we remove ourselves from all situations in which our porcelain doll heart can be mangled or destroyed. We isolate and segregate our ourselves using our necessary (yet, sometimes destructive) moral codes. We secure our hearts in bubble wrap, tape down the edges, box them, garnish with bows and ribbons, and put them in the hole in our chest where our natural heart used to be. And do I blame us? Hell no! It's hard to know who and how to trust. Our hearts are most fragile and with busy schedules, limited time, and career becoming the new religion, who has time to unwrap what's left of their heart for just any and every body. So, we keep them boxed up, whilst going about our routine lives, never really know

Simple Girls I was watching an episode of Grey’s Anatomy the other day. Dr. Christina Yang was experiencing PTSD after a mass shooting at Seattle Grace/Mercy West Hospital.   She was also in the process of planning her wedding to Dr. Hunt. While flipping through bridal magazines, she says to the therapist: “The women in these magazines, some of them are actually brides, you know. They’re not all models--All smiling. It’s like the only thing in the world that matters is that they find the perfect shoe to match that dress…I knew these girls…I used to feel sorry for them. They’re simple girls. They just wanna find the guy and get married, you know. ..I think you’re either born simple or you’re born…me…I wanna be simple, because no one holds a gun to the head of a simple girl.” I thought a lot about what she said. In London this past sumer I had a conversation with some women about life and goals. One woman said that after graduating from Berkelee College of Music, she wants to ge