Once disappeared in the house, she began to disappear herself. It was gradual -- she was surprised if she caught her reflection, at the face looking back. It suited her, the invisibility of old age was just more freedom, for a woman especially. Only she rarely had to think about it, what would ...
Spirituality and psychology have collided. There is a strange party starting in my heart. My tectonic plates are shifting. Move with me, sisters. Let’s be wild and free and full of love.
I hope that others can feel that freedom too. I hope they can take a moment to look at the world around us and connect to nature (it sounds corny). In some ways we have become so disconnected from the natural world, and it’s so good for us to get outside and step out of our comfort zones (or ...
Instead of waging war against those voices of doubt and despair, could you maybe thank them? They are working so very hard to try to keep you safe from hurt in the only way they can. How do they know that really you are stepping toward wholeness? It’s outside the world they know, and you always ...
Things and people were removed from her life so she could find her source, her freedom, her true loves. She was scalped of all things familiar and close to her. These things were removed as if burned in that home while she watched and couldn’t do anything about it -- only watch. Watch as the ...
... we belong in places where art is created, where music is heard with passion, and love is felt so deeply that it breaks our hearts just to know that it exists. We belong on trains -- to have the feeling of being alive; of feeding that place in our hearts that must be free. To be free… We are ...
Remember the only rule: that there really are no rules. Freedom is uncertainty. Freedom is the questions. Freedom is the open road, all exits yours for the taking, as you whirl on by them toward the abyss, your trail of fire blazing.