And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I cry the tears of a million starving orphans, the tears of the sunken slave ship, and the the burned, the tortured, the murdered, the unloved, the cast off, the executed, the outcasts and the lepers whose souls’ wither away in isolation, as the crashing waves of… Read More I was born with a broken heart
The courage it takes to heal (forgive, surrender, allow, give it up to Gaia), is infinitely more courageous than the courage it takes to kill, to fight, because it requires you to acknowledge your powerlessness. It requires faith to allow the creator and the higher order of earth, to take over and intervene. Even though… Read More Holy rage
I have this idea fishing that I do each night when I go to sleep and I seem to have a huge catch of fish (ideas) but somehow when the net comes up ( I wake up) , most of the fish slip through the net. How many of us are in foxhole partnerships? We… Read More Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
Who knew? That the path to healing was through unconditional radical self -forgiveness and love, even when I act like a pariah, goon, moron, idiot and people scoff at me. More love, more love, more forgiveness for my soul, keep it flowing, keep sending it down, mother spirit, we got some wounds that need love… Read More Self (soul) love
Does it taste like a cheeseburger? Meat, cheese, bun and grease, a milkshake, fries at a truck stop in Kansas en route across the heartland? Is it crunchy like a handful of nuts? Is it light and graceful like a ballerina dancer, swift yet impactless? Or like cold, carbonated liquid? Is it the sensory shock… Read More What does freedom taste like?
“I’m not judgmental, it’s you judging yourself and projecting it onto me.” she says, then her eyebrows slowly rise, the hope seeping into her eyes disarm my defenses as a smile spreads across her face. “I’m just a mirror.” She continues. “Come on.” She waves her hand and starts walking, I walk along with her.… Read More The other person is a mirror
“the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.” ― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness I have become aware, gradually, slowly, how imprisoned I have been to roles, politeness, people’s fear, people’s pettiness, jealousy, expectations.… Read More The free soul is rare