You lit a fire that raged through the river of our honesty.
You blew winds that crashed and trashed
Against the crippled creek I had allowed you to wade in.
I’m going to do this the only way I know how -- one day at a time. One action, revealing the next. One focus, yielding progress. One green light, opening the road of possibility. Of hope. Of opportunity. Of believing that the best is here, and I have everything in myself to co-create with it.
I am not advocating for more pain or a reckless jumping into anything that would cause you, dear reader, or others, unnecessary suffering. Do take care, and please use common sense if managing chronic pain, and practicing Yoga.
Sometimes we don't know we have made it through a tumultuous period of our life, or that we have overcome a traumatic experience for the most part, until we're 10 years down the road, when we notice that there have been months strung together where we weren't aching or raving or raging or ...
Now she allowed herself to become what she had always been, bit by bit… transforming from tame woman to a wild and untamed wolf. One day, as she sat within her garden, she heard a sound. The high and sweet sound of Youth crashing through the woods, without a care or a thought. Beautiful and ...
Desert, forest, mountain, grassland and ocean are places within all of us. Through slowing down, listening, opening, surrendering, connecting, being and asking what really matters, we can access these places in deep and profound ways, giving rise to great journeys of the soul and enabling bold ...
You can tap into the state of love in many ways, including using your imagination to focus on the experience of being loved by someone you love, by the Universe, an imaginary being or by nature. If you can't do it on your own, listen to a CD with a loving guided relaxation.
People will try to label you with their words. Whether they come from situations they experienced with you or not. Words formed by their perception of the world and formed by their own beliefs.
How could I have known it wouldn’t kill me to dip my toes into that sea of pain in me if I couldn’t see the bottom? I didn’t know who I was without it or what I was here for, so I couldn’t possibly trust who you were, even though you demonstrated your integrity time after time, your kindness, ...
I later learned that editing is not insulting, but the mark of a perseverant artist. But knowing that I treasured my own first drafts really mimics how I feel about myself as a person.