I surrender. I don’t have the sparkle in my eye that says, it’ll be okay in the end. Tonight, it’s not okay. I’m not okay.
For you, dear soul, only one who embraces you in your wholeness will ever do -- someone who will never half-love you or pluck you only to watch you wither.
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.
I sat at the bottom of a colossal tree with my hands sensing its fondness. I let myself be attached to its coolness and warmth, feeling like a child in my mother's lap. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs, savoring this union and the sensations of a full soul.
What happens when life doesn’t turn out how you planned, hoped for, dreamed of, and maybe, even paid for? What happens when you don’t get the rainbow baby? This is my story. And it is all of our stories, because we will all have storms we must survive. Life is beautiful yet hard; we will all ...
One day, everyone except for Grumpy was offering one of the veteran therapists suggestions how to get the Sparky in her to overtake Darky, her depressed alter ego. I heard myself blurt out, I think Sparky and Darky need to hook up and make love in the elevator. The room got quiet.
Become curious about your fear. Are you actually in danger such as physical, emotional, or an unhealthy situation? If you are, then get out of there! Are you feeling vulnerable? What are the stories that are being activated? Where are these stories trying to guide you for healing?