What if most of our essence is up there, plugged into the Bottomless Sky? And our bodies are simply the avatars expressed as the form of our actual self?
I feel the warmth of the sun through the windows on my skin before the light penetrates the thick curtains of my eyelids. Heavy with sleep, my eyelids flutter, my eyes focus on the source of this warmth and then just as quickly close, and I’m still not sure whether I’m awake yet or asleep. ...
All who want to die in any given moment feel crippling disconnection... but the silence of shame and the disease of perfectionism keeps us from saying it.
Wars and genocides and revolutions to ensure that none of the children live to become adults, and then late afternoon and then early evening but no ghosts.
Being unusually intense, sensitive and perceptive does not lay an easy path. Before we can embrace ourselves fully, there are many detours, where we kick around, denying, resenting and resisting our truths. We came into the world wild and innocent, with an open heart and extraordinary ...