The Alchemy Of Tending To A Soul At Death’s Door.
By Christy Harvey
The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter Twenty. {fiction}
She and Monica used to go after work if they didn’t go to a movie premiere, rock show, or store launch. They’d flirt with the moody rockabilly bartender and get free vodka sodas and take home fledgling rock stars, who looked at them with moons in their eyes, like Amy or Monica -- either one, ...
Mary Was A Scarlet Woman.
Much of biblical history would like to cast Mary as little more than a bit player in story about God and men. For their part, the church fathers would like to dress her up in a suitably modest robe, confine her to the narrow dictates of a false kind of purity and then send her off to do the ...
Are The Demons Of Our Dreams Less Real Than Those We Create With Our imaginations?
I ask myself, as the raging customer hollers before me, what if she is not the way I imagine her to be? I ask myself, as the impoverished man sits under his shelter in the cold, what if he is not the way I imagine him to be? I ask myself, as I watch the roar of the wind, what if the world is ...
My Body is Softer Now and so is My Heart.
She seemed to know something I did not: how to truly enjoy life. I knew how to manipulate life, constantly struggling, trying to force life to fit my idea of happiness. I was deeply unconscious.
Playing With Mean Barbie.
I have come to a conclusion. The residents of Dallas are Texas’ version of tin men. They have no heart. Oh, they’re perfectly shined and pretty. They smile. They speak with a cute hospitable twang. But when they say y’all, they really mean not you. Unless, of course, you have passed The ...
Finding The Light In The Darkness.
Alone is not the same as lonely. Lonely is lacking the presence of another. Alone is being with yourself, listening to your life speak to you. Alone is being friends with yourself. Can you befriend yourself in this space? This is the most powerful friendship you will ever have. There is nothing ...