Wasn't I just being an over-dramatic college graduate who couldn't handle the heat of a real job? Wasn't I just giving up when I should have stuck with it because hard things come from hard work?
Congruent authenticity happens in the guts and bowels of your life. Being authentic is the grunt-work of the soul, of any deeply human, spiritual path. Being half here, half there, halfhearted, faking it to look good, strategizing to make things easier for your self — that’s the common way of ...
I've spent long hours trying to untangle unknown grief, the world's and mine, without ever really understanding that it is not meant to be untangled but explored and experienced. Studied and seen. My heart will be both soothed and scalded, each emotion has a place.
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 ...
Poetry pours through the splitting holes and music runs through my hair. I chase the shadows scurrying and learn to silence the critical epilogue. Knowing, we are not an ending but living in a perpetual healing.
There’s a crack in that you, and -- can you feel it? -- the fingers of your soul are grasping its edges and prying it open. Because that you wants nothing more than to crash at your feet in a crumble of dust and silence. Facades aren’t meant to last a lifetime.