A Prayer For The Independent Shining Stars In The Making.
By Sophie Gregoire
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you & me
Yesterday, I Set Fire To My Heart.
Our eyes met, and you whispered my name. Our bodies collided, and nothing remained -- save stardust and fire, and hearts lit by the smoldering coals.
I Don’t Belong To Anyone: Love From A Buddhist Perspective.
Have you ever felt that lonely? I have. Today I’m alone. Nobody comes, nobody sees, nobody understands. Only me to rely on. They all left. I won’t get attached to anyone anymore. I would refuse to get attached to my boyfriends or lovers, because I had been hurt and disappointed. I felt not ...
There’s A Pleasure In The Off Switch, Enjoy Your Own Company.
There are times when you find yourself drenched and dehydrated, undernourished in all kinds of ways, and you become a house which the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers about the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they ...
What I Saw Unlocked And Rocked My Heart.
Throughout the years of working with children and families, I feel fortunate for all they have taught me. Learning is a reciprocal process, and gifts can be found in each shade of light and dark. I am a teacher and a counselor and a leader, but more often a follower of the needs of others.
Launch Your Free Soul Into Life’s Sky, Without Safety Barriers.
Follow your intuition, listen to your powerful word, even if it drives you to unpredictable paths. Don’t be afraid of challenges. Give it a try, learn; sometimes you’ll fall, but you’ll get back on your feet. You’re here to learn -- learn until you know enough, enough to become yourself. Don’t ...
Aren’t You Even A Little Bit Tired Of Your Inner Voice?
Watch it then, listen, observe, get really curious. Once I see that none of it is mine, that this noise runs on the borrowed ideas of society or just how much it has to say, about everything… it quietens. Without me yanking hard on the volume control. It. Just. Quietens.
Light Up Your Grieving Heart.
We are walking hand in hand, my little legs pumping to keep up with his. “How fast can you go? Show me how fast we can go.” He liked to walk fast; New Yorkers walk fast, they just do. I am counting cracks in the sidewalk and hopping over them just like the rhyme says to do. We make a right, and ...