A voice keeps whispering, “Let the miracle happen.” So I am. And it is. I’m starting to believe in myself again. And the hurt has transformed into acceptance and wisdom. I see the road ahead of me again. And I see the blank canvas as exciting instead of overwhelming. The voices that have told me…
I finally told you that you can’t make me love you and I can’t make me love you. I finally told you your anger is your own and that I will no longer let it in. (for I am far too precious to be maligned) I finally told you to let go. I have. Here’s…
There are the ones who yammer on endlessly about themselves– their work their art their hobbies their past. yammer yammer yammer I call these the wounded children, the narcissists the boring. There are the ones who peek into every crevice– of my life ask too many questions and swim too deep into my being. swim…
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably….
Today, when she was telling me how hard things are, I just listened and listened some more with my ears and my heart. I was quiet. Then I told her, “I hear you. This is hard. I love you. I just love you so much.” And she was quiet. Then she cried. And something deep…
“You only suffer when overlooking someone else’s pain and suffering. By remembering how afraid, lonely, and seemingly trapped one must feel in order to act as desperately or aggressively as they seem to act, you shall be spared of your own suffering by opening the heart of empathy. In doing so, every judgment, projection &…