The Him that I had married was no longer Him. He had... morphed into the beast that had no qualms about destroying the very family he had once lived for.
You can't latch on to the bits about people you relate to... who work in a similar field as you, and pay more attention to them at the expense of others.
Life will... drop us to our knees... and if the fall doesn't take us out, our need for... reputation... will be destroyed and love will be all that remains.
I liken Dark Side of the Moon to a woman, a motherly one who quietly takes care of things in the shadow, so that what you see in the light is flawless.
To call my husband abusive is like calling a spoon an apple... And yet using that word, again and again, gave his ex-wife the power she was desperate for.
The idea of being embodied is closely related to the reunion (or alchemical marriage) of the divine male and female within us all, regardless of gender.
I dug into my jean jacket pocket and pulled out a pencil covered in yellow smiling faces. I grinned, knowing somehow the trickster coyote put it there.