Saying "I feel guilty" is a mere form of words. Saying "I feel ashamed" is not.
My mother wanted to shrink from my clinging, but did not.
Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian.
Three meals plus bedtime make four sure blessings a day.
Guilt stirs me, but only to self-pity.
After an argument, silence may mean acceptance or the continuation of resistance by other means.