What to Do If You Have Unhealed Wounds.
The way to heal is to learn to feel. It’s not to avoid all environments that activate your wounds and convince yourself that you’re healed.
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Find the Broken Pieces That Live Within You.
We journey into our heart, and into our past, and we trace our footsteps backwards, backwards to where all the broken pieces lie.
When Loss Strips You Bare of All That Is External.
No one cares about what you achieved, owned, or for that matter, lost. The only humiliation is in your mind. You are most beautiful when you are vulnerable.
Regret and I Are Parting Ways Today.
Each time the illusions fell down, unable to stand up to my scrutiny, I made the resultant wounds into my loyal Sentinels of Regret.
Pleasure: You Never Did Anything Wrong.
Give yourself the felt experience of growing up in that world. Go back to this childhood memory, this place where your pleasure was first made wrong.
Stop Running Away, and Sit in the Fire.
In running away, I was allowing my complete inability to remain in situations that made me uncomfortable to stop me from developing emotional maturity.
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Seventeen: Blood Moon}
Blood Moon is holding space for us to lay out what’s hard and look at it, and yes it stings. And yes it hurts. But why do we always try to numb pain?
An Ode to My Mum: The Life She Led.
The boundaries and constraints of the culture within which she lived her daily life limited and controlled any free will she may have wished to express.
Not Giving a F*ck in My Own Backyard.
I celebrate my body for giving me two healthy children, despite being pregnant four times... I celebrate my body on my yoga mat each day.
We Live and We Die, to Live Again.
The Grandmothers pull me down into my subconscious, where all my wild parts live. They beckon me to follow, with a single gesture of their wrinkled hands.
