This last one was a year of intense self-reflection and healing. I endured both excitement and pain brought on by the speedy transition of the past few years, and by my commitment to seeing and integrating parts of myself that I had turned away from for so long.
A mystic is a wild creature. She is made. She is deliberately forged by something mysterious. She is created for a purpose. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over. ...
One way to navigate our energetic experiences in a stable and healthy way is by building better energetic boundaries. Instead of constantly feeling drained, or left spinning in a whirlwind, good boundaries will help you stay connected to your intuitive center.
Close one chapter and let another begin. No one is asking you to finish the book; just allow yourself to turn the page.
I know that some of my misery is self-imposed and almost brought on purposefully. Maybe I am comfortable in it. Maybe it helps me to feel that all is right with the world because I’m preparing for the misery that will inevitably come. Maybe that’s not true at all, and there is a darkness that I ...
I know that someday I will settle down, and I’m sure I will acquire many more tangible items than what could fit in a Bug, but I will always be thankful for the experiences that taught me that the greatest things in life are not things, and that material stuff only weighs us down and holds us back.
As much as my soul is quenched by learning and exploring, it equally treasures a silent abyss where I can read for the joy of reading. I devour the smell and feel the delicate moth-like pages turn. I become the words and images. I am the book.