“I’m sorry.” “I forgive you.” Words we teach our children to say and we think we are masters of forgiveness. And then we find ourselves in that place… That place of mourning and grief and anger that consumes us despite our many attempts to forgive. So we forgive again in hopes of setting ourselves free. And again and again we . . .
Like so many other times in my life I am at a crossroads. Desiring to be further than I am while learning to accept being here. And I write so little any more because acknowledging my truth, my fears, my hopes, and my deepest desires is scary. What if they sneak out into the world? What if someone were to see past what I . . .
I have found that themes replay in my life and each time there is a subtle nuance that brings just a little more insight. I will read things that I wrote long ago and suddenly it makes sense. One such theme is identity and how it defines my day. This is a concept that has long been percolating in the back of my mind. Who . . .
You told me it would be uncomfortable. You were right. This journey of self discovery is a study of duality. I have been gone a long time and I am changed but still the same. I left you to find me and when I did, you were there. What bittersweet irony. In the end, it is another day of breaking through barriers. Barriers . . .
Today I am grateful for many things; not the least of which is understanding the scope of life in and outside of time. So today I offer a gift in return. To one who is seldom seen beyond subjective sight, I see you in the light of truth and love.
The Gift of Dreams
Speaking words to the world for a . . .
What to expect...
This expectation stuff is really a bitch. I know the dangers of designing an outcome as much as I know the risk of desiring one. Anything manipulated to be other than what it is loses the value of truth. I'm learning the difference between objective appreciation and subjective desire. NOT the same at all. One is energizing . . .
A Path to Nowhere
I find myself repeating the same lessons over and over again. Crying over the same imagined slights and loathing myself for making the same mistakes - or even for being tempted to make them. And always, I find myself back at the same root. Humility...or lack thereof. Rushing through life, expecting that I "should" . . .