This Push Pin Map
For representing not only the terrain of mapped journey’s end, but for the fundamental reason we have landed here.
Tag Archives: self-love
I Wanted the World
but you knew better. You argue because you can’t accept love is all we have left. – Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson No room in the innno worries, the love that is sent upon us sits … Continue reading
The Mess
The mess is the early part of the beauty and good that’s upcoming. Don’t delay…the magic you are yearning for is in the work you are escaping. Bon courage à nous! Remix view only on IG: https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cyuba6htqgG/?igshid=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==
Have We Met?
Somewhat haltingly, somewhat guardedly, somewhat methodically, I created a space for myself here. A way to extract the thoughts out of my head and onto a blank slate every time I carved some time to…a catharsis of sorts and perhaps … Continue reading
Two Steppin.
such is spring…two steps forward, a few steps back but always moving. can’t stop the feeling, one moment wailing, another twirling and another soaring on the withers of a horse with all hoofs in mid-air glide. can’t go backwards from … Continue reading
Winds of Change
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself. – Rumi Take courage, I have overcome the world in the mist of unsettledness in others.Despite the ferocity,hard-pressed upon its … Continue reading
Spellbind
For well over thousands of years, distractions of all sorts thrust upon us tailored to create our thoughts, our patterns our actions, our reality linked to whatever external liking at any given moment. Nevertheless beauty, always omnipresent always waiting to … Continue reading
The Plan
On my knees this morning and this view seemed a bit macabre and just like that a sweet breeze scattered the clouds of the morning and look who showed up unapologetically. Looks more like a rebirth now with the luminous … Continue reading
Sunday Service
Hark! Such shadowy and throbbing energy from overvalued drones and their angry chants on replay. What’s more concerning is that people are no longer searching for the truth, instead looking for instant gratification for that easy fix that doesn’t amount … Continue reading
The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
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