Sam Green's blog
I’m not talking about ninja turtles. I’m talking about me.
My wife Renee doesn’t like it when I withdraw into myself. We call it turtling. In fact my children don’t like it much either.
When I was a child I read a children’s story about a man who was given a gift of a hat.
There may be no truth to the rumour that chicken soup cures everything. In fact I am fairly sure I don’t believe a word of it. But it does bring up an interesting concept.
I always thought that to expand your consciousness was the way to go. Expansion. Back in the sixties, when I was growing up, “expand your mind” was not only a great slogan for doing hallucinogenic drugs, but also carried a positive onus for releasing yourself from those burdensome limiting beliefs that bind us to our past and weigh us down, restricting us from succeeding.
After the theatre let out and we were walking back toward the parking lot, we almost passed by a woman sitting on the sidewalk with an alms cup and a sign that read, “DON’T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER – EVERBODY NEEDS A LITTLE HELP SOMETIMES”