Alive in all of us … yet which do we allow and which do we deny?
Do we have the courage to be vulnerable?
To say I feel this pain, it’s ugly but can you can hold it?
Can you hold me?
To acknowledge all wounds, all pain … our beauty and our beast …
To allow others to see and touch both in us, allows us to be intimate with others.
Drop our masks of trying to be right or loveable and instead deeply held, loved and seen in all that we are.
I remember a time when the magic of “self inquiry” was such an addictive thrill. These new concepts beyond what had imprisoned me as a wild bird, exciting. The results,
We have become so accustomed to the loud, the fast, the busy, the drama. Our ability to notice our subtle world is lost to us. In silence, there is not
Silence has been my faithful companion this past year. Last April, overnight my life was stripped bare of all I knew and I found myself in a life
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