I’ve been walking with the Eve creation story, the one I was told in Sunday school, finding the ways in which she has sung through my voice.
In this story, we realize that it’s not the behavior that’s important, it’s the energy driving the behavior: is this coming from fear or love?
The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
Words don’t make a story. Something more profound than vocabulary is at the heart of a good story. Something more real. It’s Truth.
With emotional intelligence comes the understanding that between the stimulus and the reaction exists your power to choose.
Survivors witness and feel beneath the story... Fragmented, often locked away in an unconscious vault; we banish pain in order to survive it.
Cheers to totem animals in healing, they've become quite hip in the New Age movement...Animals don't hide when they're wounded. They roar or growl or snarl.