Isla hadn't called. Why would she? She was a fan of Nathan now and cared so little to what someone like Evelyn would be feeling. All she wanted was for Nathan to win the battle at long last. When Evelyn walked up to check who had been knocking, she nearly fainted seeing who it was.When we become great teachers of emotional intelligence we will delete the alt-right. When we explain how their new linguistics is acting as an catalyst for emotional indifference - the biological opposite of love - people will start to question how these subcultures are recoding and reprogramming their brains into isolated emotional spaces where they cannot access the love they need for good health. "Wrongthink" is made of "wrong" and "think" and will both ping the amygdala and (in some people) the PAG. This changes brain chemistry and traps people into their primitive brains, the parts that will prepare them for genocide and war, the parts that are incapable of empathy, logic and self control - all of t

When Parker Ryan was feeling triggered the world and everyone it is behind fifty feet of glass. Loving bonds became inaccessible. In this mode he had to take great care not to damage bonds of love, the relationships and people who are everything to his heart and soul. For in time the glass disappears and his love returns. The rain had lost the ambient temperature of early fall, freezing and palings in his skin on contact. The path through the park is muddy water in motion, filling deep puddles that hide the ruts of dryer weather. To feel it isn't enjoyment, not fun like the gentle sunshine of springtime, yet it is a part of life and she want to feel it just the same. She want to experience each drop, together and apart, same and different. She wanted to see the droplets soaking her eyelashes before they join their brethren on the ground like saltless tears. She need to be in this, chaotic and wild, just like her mind and soul - like nature looked right into me and pulled the weather

His day started quite normal, if I might say so. Almost as normal as the previous ones, even too normal as of fact. Living in this changing canvass of weather and foliage, of birdsong and playful wind, even the subtle shifted in light, patterns brought interest for the eye. The weather had been so warm in the past recent days, the air so velvety on the skin that I had began to imagine what life on paradise would have felt like. Clouds drifted by on the most relaxed of breezes, helping the eyes to appreciate the bluebird sky all the more. The rain, when it came, alighted as softly as the shoes of a ballet dancer, adorning and rejuvenating the only stage that matters. Almost as if some heavenly divine creature had sprinkled down some magic powder to sooth the village and pardon with a not of relief as to the plague and other misfortune that had tragically struck. It was a spa from the time the light filters over the hills until it too takes its rest. Pleasing and mesmerizing. On the d

Doris was busy listening to the podcast in the TV, and their topic was rather intriguing. "Social health took a big jump when the cross-over advocacy groups began... groups of men dedicated to the health of women," the woman on the TV began to talk with a serious look plastered on her face. "groups of women dedicated to the health of men, faith groups supported or defended each other rather than themselves. It was when the rich formed groups dedicated to helping the poor, when the adults formed groups to promote play and sport for children. It was when the childless formed groups to support new parents and ensure their needs were met. It was a time when people learned anew how good it feels to support others instead of campaigning for the self. It brought feels of protectiveness and experience as a noble defender rather than exaggerating feelings of struggle and isolation - people started to feel loved and valued... it changed everything." Doris was rather amused by the news. "Soc

When the chance to connect comes, when I see my holy grail, the monster appears to tell me that pain is ahead. Thus the chasm I see is the mirage fear creates, my future is a step beyond, one stride. And as I take it all the while the monster speaks of betrayal, abandonment and the worst of memories. I know that when the sun rises tomorrow I will be glad I endured, that I landed safe and sound on virgin hallowed ground. I swallow my own fear to expand the safe zone of others, to become the stoic leader they deserve. His fear of loss is proof of my love for you, on that you can depend. The curse is the blessing as the blessing is the curse. Love is tough, but I'm tough enough. Fear is natural and there to keep you alive and happy, yet where it has been weaponised and fashioned into a cage, one is honour bound to break free. When we become great teachers of emotional intelligence we will delete the alt-right. When we explain how their new linguistics is acting as an catalyst for emot