The Heaviest Forest. {poetry}
How do you change this creature of habit who sits and aches in darkness?
Darkness that is so deep it moves.
Darker than the darkest night.
Deeper than the deepest.
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I Will Let Go Of My Darkness When The Time Is Right.
So, as the tears kept coming, I continued to notice the beauty all around me. In the place where it feels okay to let the waves of grief wash through my soul. Feeling the good and the bad, and not being afraid.
Rising Above Your Enemies: How Real Rebellion Actually Works.
You cannot change anyone. You cannot have compassion for violent people unless you fully accept yourself. Before you can deal with anyone else without facade and masks, you must understand that the enemy is within.
Dear Empath, We Need You.
You will cry out in the meeting in which no one else would raise a hand, shining light on the vibes underlying the entire group. You will speak up for the whales, the ocean, even the air, which has been so violently ripped of life by those around you. You will not stop shedding your tears until ...
How Motherhood Purified My Ego And Gave Me Hope For A Better Future.
Being a mother forced me to step into the shadow and delve into the darkness of my own subconscious abyss. I had to pick old wounds to look for a clue, I had to plunge into the unknown in the hope for some revelation. I had to relive all the emotions.
My Teenage Daughter, the Merciless Mirror.
Perhaps she is something unimaginable; something timeless. Born of love so pure she will be my merciless mirror so I can see what needs cleaning, what needs washing.
Finding The Light In The Darkness.
Alone is not the same as lonely. Lonely is lacking the presence of another. Alone is being with yourself, listening to your life speak to you. Alone is being friends with yourself. Can you befriend yourself in this space? This is the most powerful friendship you will ever have. There is nothing ...
Page 1 of 365: My Wish for You.
I wish you enough failures, mistakes, and roadblocks to help you realize that even a box of darkness contains a gift.
The Gift Of Restlessness.
The hollow places inside of you that you’ve been trying to cram with the impermanent things of this world are magnified. Turned into chasms, a deep well you are terrified to peek into for fear of what you may find in the darkness.
My Thirty-Ninth Year — What I Know So Far.
I know that some of my misery is self-imposed and almost brought on purposefully. Maybe I am comfortable in it. Maybe it helps me to feel that all is right with the world because I’m preparing for the misery that will inevitably come. Maybe that’s not true at all, and there is a darkness that I ...