Love Your Perfectly Imperfect Body.
My worth is determined by me. Society does not get to define my beauty... I love everything this body does for me, oftentimes without my conscious effort.
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Yoga
The Truth About My Attachment to Buddha.
As my attachment to Buddha grows and I feel myself becoming more and more inclined to bow before him, I have to wonder, what is it that I’m searching for?
Walk of Life: Contrasting War and Yoga Practice.
The wages of war are swinish, dark, bottomless. Yoga is practiced for one reason, uniting body, spirit, mind. The wages of Yoga are breath light energy.
I’m a Spiritual Person, Dammit!
This was my lower self talking... which still believes title and role were necessary... to attain... purpose. This was not from my higher spiritual self.
Identifying Ego and Agitating Boundaries.
The conflation of ego with innate qualities got me heated, and my thirst for answers was quenched by holistic, metaphysical study and somatic therapies.
Peace Poetry: I Do Not Have to Do Everything My Mind Tells Me To.
I made peace with myself when I asked for help. When I started showing my face in the waiting room even though you expected me not to.
We Fear Stillness as We Fear Truth. {poetry}
Beyond the ever changing emotions and circumstances,
we come to know Atma, the truth within.
We come to know that it all begins and ends with us.
A Fear of the Dark: Life with Existential Anxiety.
Mental anxiety, for me, has required very physical actions. Nothing I do is about making it go away. I don’t believe healing works like that.
Colposcopy: Can You Spell That for Me?
I’d been dreading it since 12:02 pm, the moment I learned what the word ‘colposcopy’ meant. Hmm... I suppose I should back up a bit, eh?
Passionately Creating More: Lessons in Accountability.
I believe that with consistency I will only get better, my ideas more creative, my vision sharper, and my ability to connect all the more real.