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Rumi, Jake Sully, And A Starry, Starry Night.

Thinking of those no longer around, how I wish to speak with them now, standing on my balcony, the sun shining magnificently, so utterly lovely for winter. The birds share their songs, selflessly. The trees readying themselves with fresh buds and herbs starting to grow.

yoga

How Yoga As A Practice Liberated Me And Helped Me Receive Gifts of Pain.

I am not advocating for more pain or a reckless jumping into anything that would cause you, dear reader, or others, unnecessary suffering. Do take care, and please use common sense if managing chronic pain, and practicing Yoga.

you & me

Choose Bravery: To You, With Love And Strength.

I romanticized my pain for a long time. Drowned it in wine bottles and anxiety medication and the bed sheets of boys who didn’t love me.

you & me

Making Space To Hold The Pain: Midwives For The Birth Of Healing.

We need people who crave action and engagement, and people who crave solitude and contemplation. There is honor and dignity in both. There is so much we can learn from each other. So if I tell you to forgive me for only having words to offer you in times of grief, if I only have a poem to give ...

world

Staying In The Present Moment: I Won’t Be A Victim, I’ll Overcome.

When you live under the shadow of comparisons to other human beings, the pressure of expectations you just can't fulfill, or know of videos on the internet of people torturing their kids, their pets. When you see the limits people set to not give or share, and the length greed takes. The bombs ...

wisdom

It’s Okay To Rest In The Waves Of Your Darkness.

In order for us to know light, we must know the dark; in order for us to know pleasure, we must know pain; in order for us to know creation, we must know destruction.

art

Uncontrollable Change, Infinite Choices: Don’t Live Life On The Sidelines.

Some stay forever stuck in the pain of change. Moaning about the unfairness of it all. The tragedy. The horror. How the memory of heartache will forever be buried deep in the heart. Dark, damp, cold sadness.

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Excavating And Exorcising: To Find Yourself.

People hold a mirror to the self like nothing else can, I think. I found things I wanted to change because I wanted to change them in others. I found brutal honesty hurt me in the moment but was necessary in the long run. Lately I’ve tried not to sugarcoat my thoughts too much. People-pleasing ...

you & me

Dining With Shame.

I just want to consume something in equal measure to the pain and sadness that consumes me daily.

art

The Beauty Of The Darkness Of Light.

My lamplight may dim from time to time, yet is never out, and you must be wondering by now what the actual point of this article is. I must admit, I truly have no idea, seriously, but you are still reading, and my duty as a writer is to come up with something intelligent-sounding. So this is ...

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