Thirsty Lips

Does it get any cuter than this little hand-painted sign and heart cut-outs? The proprietor was equally as cute. 

Nobody is that one-dimensional.

Held in Compassion I just stepped on this bee. I said, “F-ing thing! Get off me!”, and kicked it away. As the pain faded away, I watched the poor bee convulsing as it died. I’m still alive. It is dying. Yes, I am the one who stepped on it. It was no one’s fault. It…

I am deconstructing my entire life, ego, sense of reality at present. It’s both frightening and liberating. I feel as though every relationship, every role, every assumption I’ve made about anything is under attack by the part of me that seeks authenticity. The hardest part of this process of self-discovery is figuring out what (or…

I see reflections of myself in everything around me. Living in a house of mirrors is deeply rewarding.