Dreams of an Elephant: Open Letter to the Community.
In my real home, elephant deaths are a complex and beautiful affair. We honor our loved ones, just as humans do. I was robbed of this rite of passage.
Browsing Tag:
despair
For the Students, My Teachers, February 14th, 2018 (and Every Day After). {poetry}
Never again will we entertain this tyranny
that wears a thousand divisive masks
but is always a scared and greed-scarred child-man
hiding behind a curtain.
Work on Your Shadow to See Your Divine Light.
These Shadows are your wounds, fears, doubts, and negative thinking that can and will block you from attracting the positive in your life. You must first become a shadow-worker before you can call yourself a light-worker.
Dancing the Tango with Your Despair.
Granted, if you’re like me, you’ll need to tango into your psychotherapist’s office at some point. If your despair began in childhood, you’ll want some instruction.
No Need to Compare or Despair.
The ego will always want to compare. It will always feel great in some situations and lacking in others. But your soul knows that you are perfectly whole and complete as you are, right now.
I’m Taking Back ‘I Love You’. {fiction}
Once upon a time, 'I love you' was reserved for lovers. Sure, that’s the obvious one, but even that doesn’t fit all the time.
The Time Has Come: You Are Ready to Rise.
This is why you fell in love with men from foreign lands. This is why you spent time outside the States and listened to views of others who had different upbringings and attitudes than you.
Learning to Be Well: Detecting and Dismantling Fear-Based Manipulation.
Anansi and the Maroon and indigenous dwellers of the jungle had indirectly taught me that my 'primitive brain' and instinctual self, contrary to popular Western belief, were not ruled by fear and existential angst.
Once Upon a Tide of Tears. {poetry}
We don’t cry after years of absorbing others’ fears that we’ll never stop or we’ll go mad.
But madness lies in the very lies that choke our cries so we can go with the 'Fine' status quo.
Tombs. {poetry}
Tie my acres of veins around the globe
Marking our compass path of the future
The roads of the path like rough guitar strings,
leading the way out into the pulsing planet