What I Carry

As I’ve written before, I owe so much to my heartbreak. It was the shakeup I needed to makeup with my Self. But now, after all has settled, I can see the aftermath. My heartbreak has left me with baggage, at least a little carry on suitcase. I don’t trust so easy. H was kind, […]

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My Fears

Recently my fears were running rampant. I tried fending them off but this only seemed to make them more feral. So, I decided I would just invite them in, and allow them to be heard. And I listened. I fear that: maybe the reason why I have no idea what I’m doing is because I […]

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When I Said Yes

You’d visit me, in my sleep, and even when I woke, like a knight to the rescue. You would ask me the same question, and I would reply with the same answer, “no”. I would tell you I wasn’t ready, I didn’t believe in me. I was just terrified, convinced I couldn’t live up to […]

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Pieces

Some days she’s whole some days, pieces scattered. Her whole life she would spend piecing herself together.

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When I Was Lacking

There was a time, I knew what I had within me. There was a time I utilised all that I had – all I was, was all of me. As the years went by, I tried, oh, I tried to fit. For the sake of having a “career”, I began to learn how to make sense to […]

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“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life

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When A Yogi Told Me My Truth

M and I were backpacking through India. We’d taken an overnight bus which had been running on its last breath from Delhi to Jaisalmer, an 18 hr trip. After celebrating our arrival/survival over breakfast, we wandered over to the local markets. M had been wanting to get her palms read. In this neck of the spiritual woods, yogis are not hard […]

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