Numb: How to Own What’s Never Felt Like Mine?
A 'friend' walked up to me (let’s call him John Douchebag) and whispered, “I never knew you were so stacked.”
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Transparent Sea, and All Its Colors and Shapes.
On the abysmal screen, where all hues of the visible light spectrum are swallowed, elusive shapes of my precious ones appear.
Love of Your Life: Midlife Reunion With Yourself.
This journey of going inside and reuniting with the love of your life is scary but extremely meaningful and necessary.
Do You Remember: My Love Story. {poetry}
Do you remember making our way back to the hallway? Where our souls would be ripped apart to fulfill our dharma as two separate entities?
Now You Are Ashes, What Used to Be You.
When you've accepted that now you are ashes, and you have grown used to the order of the day, something else will arrive.
It Was to Be a Memorable Year, My Turning Point.
Sylvia got me on the right track, and Dr. X last year reminded me to keep pressing on. I am hatching a master plan for my life.
Sometimes We Call That Poetry.
I walked home everyday for most of a year, under sunsets that taught Mucha his color and inspired Smetana’s symphonies. I’ve watched ballet at the Bolshoi and known Red Square — with and without her snows. I’ve touched the burning bush and walked on The Great Pyramid. I’ve been ...
Improve Relationships, Stop People-Pleasing.
As I began to share more in my relationships, it helped others to open up. One friend said, “Keep sharing, it helps us too!”
The First Time I Felt the Energy Flow. {poetry}
While I am giving Reiki, another marvelous gift is that I am also filled with the healing energy. This gives me a profound sense of peace.
Tears Flood the Garden. {Poetry}
This garden of tropical flowers, plants, trees and sunlight, with its fractured shadows dancing on the lanai, comforts me as I grieve.