Image via I have a tight knot of anxiety in my belly I wish to live Let me live. My only job I tell myself, is to clear myself to let you through. For you to shine, and permeate my being. Yet, I have a tight knot of anxiety in my belly. I wish to… Continue reading I Wish To Live, Let Me Live.
I give you permission to be human. I give you permission to break my heart and to tear me apart. Because I will still love you. I will still see you for the beauty that you are. Because I will still remember all those magical moments, kept. Because you are only human. I accept. You… Continue reading I Give You Permission To Be Human
I walked the dogs to the park. I lay on the slide, and looked to the sky. No stars, not tonight. But it looked beautiful, anyway. I had forgotten what it was like to find peace. In the summer, often I would go to the river with its wide rock face, the river up against… Continue reading My Inner Sacred
So I looked back to some journal entries around the time I was in Thailand. My attitude was scarily different. See, my main focus, pretty much my only focus actually, was to cease my suffering. Because I suffered. I suffered a lot. I was ignoring and sugar-coating what I had experienced/was still experiencing (my stalker).… Continue reading Remembering my fragility makes me feel human
On rare occasions, I smoke marijuana to enhance my meditation, to journey to another state of consciousness, and last night I did just that. First and foremost, it was a wonderful experience. I smoked it before going to bed so that I could just go straight to sleep after my trip/meditation. [Before smoking the joint… Continue reading Working with the Spirit of Marijuana: resurfacing repressed memories
I arrived home after it had fallen dark. Stepping off the bus I looked to the sky, hoping to see stars. But to my misfortune, it was simply too cloudy to see a single one shining. Deeply enjoying ‘The Anatomy of a Calling’ written by Lissa Rankin, listening to some inspiring music curled up into… Continue reading My Earnest Cry For The Stars
I’ve changed so much since I started University. I feel that I am much more damaged now… And it scares me. Am I possibly unlovable? I’m trying to remember who I used to be, before everything. I fear that if I am to be completely honest about my pain, my past pain, my residual current… Continue reading Past To Present To Immersion In Skin