Awakening from Technicolor Dreams.
What happens when, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, we spend our monochromatic lives daydreaming of rainbows... and land in a Technicolor fantasy world?
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Express Yourself, don’t hold back.
When I tagged my Facebook friends on my first published article, my hands were shaky, I was sweaty, and I had trouble breathing. Even writing this article makes me feel uncomfortable, and I'm scared that people will think I'm bragging. But my main point is: Why are we hiding our talents?
In These Woods Alone: The Ecstatic Ache Of Creation.
The air grows heavy with the texture of sound, but the weight increases so slowly, so minutely, that if you walked into these woods alone you would begin to lose hold of your sanity, would wonder at the buzzing in your ears that fattens and develops into voices in your head as surely and as ...
The Power-Hungry Games: What Is Your Cause?
What makes your heart feel full and warm, and what acts of kindness and service support you to feel alive and at ease in your solar plexus or core? And at the root of passionate service exists a stable human being. How are you taking care of yourself? Can you integrate nourishing self-care ...
Confessions Of A Crazy Ex-Wife.
And I was finally free. Of the guilt and shame of divorcing him, of judging myself for being so crazy because I had done what was right for me. The moment I acknowledged that the power was mine was the moment I had it back.
My Scar Wants To Talk.
Even if you discuss ideas and content that books have been written about, it will never be the same thing as when it is expressed through the original being that you are. When you peel off the voices of others that have accumulated and calcified, you bring out your own voice.
Put The Pen Down: Bad Advice From Good Friends.
While I’m becoming more aware of advice's bitter taste, I still find myself chewing some up -- hoping to glean a nugget of wisdom from well-meaning insights people have about me. I mean, God forbid I became one of those guarded girls with her walls up. I want to be oyster-open, to the world, to ...
My Truth Expressed Is Beautiful — Because It is.
Don’t let anyone take apart your thoughts, dissecting you like a first-year medical student’s cadaver. Your thoughts, your perceptions, are a mosaic of your life steps and their resulting feelings. Your thoughts are not unlike a painting one may stop in front of for minutes, even hours, in a ...
Asperger’s From The Inside.
We have spent our lives feeling like we landed on the wrong planet, like our very nature is not suited to this world, like every glance our way is looking for what is wrong with us, why we are different. And all we want, is all that anybody wants. To be okay. For our voices to be heard; even if ...