Sometimes,my comfort zonefeels like a well worn straight jacketthat easesinto the crooks and bends of my bodylike an old friend.It glaresacross the no mans land of my smilescowlingat those who unknowingly trespasswith their untamed exuberanceand hot tearsand shouts of anger,unaware of the echoing antechamberthat conceals the spacewhereItrytohide. There, sits chaineda wild haired womandesperate to dance …
This is not how it’s supposed to be. I thought that ‘doing the work’, ‘ascending’, and ‘following the call of the Spirit’ was supposed to make life easier, lighter, more joyful and abundant. So where is it? Where’s nirvana? Where’s New Earth? Where’s my enlightened tribe? Why instead does my heart hurt. Why do I …
Two selves rise up inside usand are forced apart. After awhilewe no longer notice the pain.We become good childrenand mouth the words we’vebeen taught. Sometimes theones who love axes give us a job. We hate it but we keeptalking about the benefits.When we dream, sometimeswe catch a glimpse of a tinygreen thing struggling upward through …
It feels like there is an ancient knowledge, an ancient language, an understanding of the world that is seeking to be expressed through me. And I wonder given all that I think I am (or not), why me. I used to ignore it, and ignore it, and ignore the whispers. But it wouldn’t go away, …
My desire is to soothe and heal the shock, trauma, and humiliation inflicted by the pain that drove me deep inside myself so that nobody could ever find me or hurt me again. My hope is to quieten my unrelenting ego that shows me images, and tells me things, so it can keep me dull …
The energies are strong right now. The world seems to be doubled over hobbling from crisis to crisis. And the politicians, the media, and world leaders are serving up an intensifying diet of fear, uncertainty, and increasing control. Most people are responding by doing what they’re told, hiding away, keeping their head down, quietly watching …