Our way of life is dying.
We cannot ‘return to normal.’ Normal is long gone.
We’re in the midst of spiritual surgery.
We’re being split open and dissected and reformed and reassembled as something we’ve never been before.
We’re getting woken up from a long, tumultous, unconscious, irresponsible slumber. … More It’s OK to not be OK.
“We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis.” ― LeeAnn Taylor A chrysalis spills open. Here we are. The moon swallowing the sun in a total solar eclipse (December 14). A twenty-year cycle closing. A 200-year cycle opening. Yet another round of letting go in the penultimate year of letting go. We shed old skin and … More Taking Flight … More Taking Flight
There are messages everywhere if you are paying attention.
This terrible, tumultuous, transformative year is just that.
It’s a message in a bottle, washing up from a river mucky with our dreams and nightmares.
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I am not as alone as I often think I am. I am not the only empath hiding my head, bracing for impact, wondering when and where the next blast will come.
There are others who feel all of this and still bravely peek out of their rooms. They unpin the blackout curtains and venture out to talk to barren trees standing like centaurs in the yard. They listen to songbirds devouring a bowl of seed left out for them and take in the easy chit-chat those tiny birds engage in. … More Risk Being Seen
I wonder what might have been if you – truly the best friend I’ve ever had – could have stayed in my life and I could have stayed in yours. Perhaps, we could have gone deeper and wider than we thought possible.
I do wonder. I know you do too.
Ten years. I still think of you, think of how we changed each other, think of what happened between us in the dark, on the road, over countless plates of enchiladas and pork pot stickers and Pho from the restaurant around the corner from your apartment.
I miss that rawness, that emotion skimming the surface of everything.
I miss listening to you laugh. I miss playing word games in the car.
I miss you. … More The Last Letter My Ex Never Wrote Me