I’ll Feel My Way Through Life Like Braille.
I feel like the more I know about what can happen, the more I fear and try to orient my life around making sure those things don’t happen.
Browsing Tag:
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Missile, No Missile, and What Happened in Between.
Moments just arrive, or collide, with the last thought, the last action. Bird food/imminent death. Dog barking/missile attack. The expected/the unthinkable.
The Mystery We Must Live Into.
Dear one, you are here to live each moment as it is. Through each breath, you are here with every sense and every emotion, to feel everything.
Who Gives a Hoot About Black Holes?
When we are one with ourselves, we will be one with all. When we are one with black holes of our inner universe, we will be connected to that which supersedes us.
I Want Jealousy To Know She’s Not Alone.
You don't need to change jealousy, and I wouldn't suggest trying. That will only make her defensive. She craves, though she might not always see it, to go deeper inside her own darkness. Every jealous thought is an invitation to explore more of herself, and to ultimately love more of herself.
A Call To Action: To All Those Who Possess The Office Candy Dish.
If and when someone comes by to subtly let you know their disappointment via a snide remark, you really only have one option: raise that middle finger. It’s likely that this a-hole is someone you’ve already compiled a list of reasons to hate, and now is your chance, with this compellingly ...
Seeing Choice, Challenge & Opportunity With New Clarity.
I heard recently that people travel not to experience a new place, but really it’s to experience themselves in a new place. We all want to be taken deeper into ourselves, fall in love more fully with ourselves. When we are in a state of complete in-loveness with who we are, where is there to ...
The Words As They Travel A Hero’s Journey To My Lips.
That is why a sharp mind is so important. Its all about reconstitution, really. They are arranged into a symphony of color and light that the eyes bring in. They smell and taste of all things poignant. And here they bake in the sunlight for sometime until perfectly golden and then pass once ...
Write Yourself Into The Fabric Of Everything. {poetry}
Let yourself go
and forget where you begin
and the words end.