Sung Home: Chapter Thirteen. {fiction}
No home. Nothing. As I stood staring, paralyzed in the moment, time stretched and contracted for seconds, or for hours. I couldn’t tell.
The Poetry of Loss.
The more we can name loss as it appears in daily life, the more intimate we become with its ways. And the more we know it, the less we fear it.
The Longing. {poetry}
Less surrender is in the longing, as it is to be revived
and in this cave of languish, a final stumble
becomes far more than a dusty heart can bear
From Hobos to Homeys: My Homeless Experience.
It seemed... to me that being homeless was now a part of the American experience. The question to myself was: do I fear this, or learn how to deal with it?
Love Addiction Is Real: How to Understand You Are in Its Grip.
This is how I come to realize, through inner pain, that I have love addiction and he is either the love-avoidant or the emotionally unavailable man.
The Silver Lining: We See What’s on Paper, but We Don’t See Anybody’s Pain.
I can see people for who they are, past their bad decisions and horrible mistakes. And even after all this pain, I don’t want it any other way.
Making Mistakes Is the Way of the World.
This practice allows me to be in the world... After all, the sutras are very clear on the negative effects of intoxicants.
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Three: The Sacred Masculine}
The Sacred Masculine, when realized, is on to His shadow nature, and chooses to operate from a space of humility, nobility, and compassion.
5 Reasons Why Drug Rehab Is Harder for Women.
Some argue that women are naturally more addiction-resistant, despite evidence that women become addicted to drugs of abuse more quickly than men.
Sung Home: Chapter Twelve. {fiction}
If it didn’t work out at Gila Hot Springs, I would go back to the Gunderson’s, I decided. With the dead people now buried, it could make a pretty nice home.