Am I a complex interplay of unique energies interacting with one another like an immense orchestra that -- when playing together in the exactly right way (either by some inexplicable miracle or by some beautiful design) -- create in a single moment one pure strand of vibration that perfectly ...
You continue to haunt the space of your relationship, but your partner eventually starts to move on without you because you’ve given them no other choice. You materialize from time to time, but the amount of time you spend in that world, and the strength of your presence, is not something that ...
Awakening to love, and reconnecting with your heart, is living with presence, bravery and vulnerability. It's a willingness to accept it all, moment to moment -- the good times, the painful times, the perfections, the fuck-ups, the triumphs and the spectacular failures.
Have I become so comfortable in my discomfort, so accustomed to dying in my daily living, that I now embody a midnight mask to replace the false cheeriness of my childhood's plight? And what if I am not either or, but both, strands of black and gold that weave the web of my spider's heart?
The Full Moon sees this, and the eclipsing energies in my house of service aren’t helping me complete my priorities or allowing me that alone time I so need. Yet service to others is a priority, right? I stop and count my blessings. Breathe in, recenter and continue.
The peace, my peace, has always been there, deep within me. All I ever needed to do was trust that little girl, the little girl who carried around way more than she could possibly handle. Peace? There is more than one way to get there.
Some stay forever stuck in the pain of change. Moaning about the unfairness of it all. The tragedy. The horror. How the memory of heartache will forever be buried deep in the heart. Dark, damp, cold sadness.
I will run for hope -- against emotional trauma, eating disorders, domestic violence, and for education. I will run for love.