A dragonfly can fly forwards, backwards, up, down, and hover... The dragonfly knows what we learn: the path will never be linear. It isn’t supposed to be.
I know I’m not perfect, and so perhaps it feels a little hypocritical to say Peace out to this succubus with the Coach purse. There’s a point though where my jaw is clenched, my eye is twitching, and I have to say 'Enough'.
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.
Choosing to do something that alienated me from the social norms of acceptance has triggered my own voice of self-hatred as well as a hidden, aching loneliness. It’s forced me to confront my vulnerability with a raw and raging heart. It’s shown me the strange and often taboo paradox of grief ...
There was a point in time, a while after I had suffered a trauma when I felt as if I had been placed into the water, sinking into the truth that I was not free from the processing of events that had laid bricks one by one upon my hands that I would extend out in belief like the spirit of a ...
I’m noticing how easy it is to lose passion in happiness. The fairytale’s complete, now what? It’s just comfort upon comfort upon comfort, and all of a sudden there are a thousand nuances overlooked, and I’m worlds away from him, feeling like I need to run, jump, dive, ski, swim, anything to ...