Step by step, we are meeting ourselves as someone new. Getting to know this new mysterious person. Constantly being asked to revisit and let go of the old persona.
I beg you, do not be a wandering salesman with my soul, leaving if I slam the door in your face, straightening your tie and heading to the next home of someone who might have you. Burn down the whole fucking house.
What is it that I have quietly learned in my 21 years as a female on this planet that has taught me to feel that if I spend my Sunday baking brownies to devour all by myself, lounging pants-less with hairy legs reading a book or watching 15 episodes of Family Guy, or napping or dancing or ...
I feel so damn dirty and guilty when I can’t hear her pain anymore. I am her soul sister, it is my duty, so I hang on. I hang on, then hang up, and want to puke it all out for a cleanse; it so very hard to imagine the world that she lives in.
For the record, keeping your heart wide open during an argument is crazy-difficult. It means that you stay in the conversation, with receptivity, without defense, without attack, without judgment, and you just listen. It means that you stay connected not only to the bigger and more enlightened ...
While you let your own crazy out, ten thousand children learned to walk today. And somewhere, miles, or rather, planets away, a moonbeam smiled down on the Earth. And under that smile, ten more realized that the crazy... well, it doesn’t need to be contained. And from them, ten others. And so ...
The point is to learn about ourselves. To know you are loved -- and then forget it and act broken, so you can discover it all for yourself. And then to let it go.
I don’t need a prince on a white horse -- I just need me, and I don’t need to wait for myself to show up -- I will always be just here with my suit to remind me of the journey that has brought me here.
You may note that by simply using the word could, your internal conversation changes. It is not necessarily positive, but you don’t need it to be. You need it to be empowering versus disempowering, so that you can be accountable for your choices yet feel open to making some positive changes, to ...
The peace, my peace, has always been there, deep within me. All I ever needed to do was trust that little girl, the little girl who carried around way more than she could possibly handle. Peace? There is more than one way to get there.