They say it's all a matter of perspective. But the pain has left me blind and I cannot see the other side anymore.
My new creative obsession is macrame. I've finally decided to get serious about this artform and I just completed my first "real" piece this past week. In the last year or so, I've begun to view my artwork as not just something pretty to look at and experience, but as also expressing spiritual principles or … Continue reading Jealousy inhibits growth
I recently stumbled into the Enneagram personality typing system and it's been incredibly eye-opening for me. These past several days I've been having some lightbulb moments and new insights into my life. The other day I briefly thought about my attraction of endless synchronicites. I was recalling the recent "banana pudding" synchronicity. About a week … Continue reading How banana pudding taught me that I am never alone
You left with the moon. What here remains? I both long for and hate the fact that I am still the same.
About a week ago I just quit. The daily poem challenge finally beat my ass and I surrendered. There's no possible way I can continue to write a new poem every day for a year and not go absolutely crazy. I'm dealing with health issues and emotional issues and I'm just so exhausted. Making sure … Continue reading here I am
Is there a place deep within me where this great pain cannot possibly reach? Is there a tiny space where I exist whole and unbroken, where the past has no say and the future remains unspoken? But the truth is I don't know if that's where I'd want to stay, because wouldn't that be heaven? … Continue reading june 7
Who would I be if we had never met? How different would life be if you had never talked to me? Perhaps all those phone calls never happened at all, and perhaps I never booked that trip that unforgettable spring... Let's say we never married and brought children into the world or felt the small … Continue reading june 4
I've never needed the rain so bad. I feel the earth's cry to be relieved of its thirst, just as I feel mine. The distant sounds of thunder serve to accentuate my hunger. Oh heavenly waters, do not pass us by. Do not leave me here dry, constantly praying for rain as I wither away. … Continue reading god of water
Go back to the mist from whence you came. Go back to that ancient realm where everything is energy and you are simply an unimagined dream; the non-existence before conception; merely potential, and nothing more. Go back to being what cannot touch me, what cannot thrill me, what cannot leave me, what cannot hurt me. … Continue reading go back to the mist
My two year old lost all his binkies today. I tried comforting him to sleep but it was just no use. He cried and cried and cried, and I felt it so deeply. This isn't about a piece of plastic and rubber. This is about my child's first real encounter with grief. His binky is … Continue reading deepest attachments