…something truly unique is brewing…
There are no solitary drops of rain.
…my powerlessness was erased by the control of intake…
My purpose and passion have changed.
We were born to explore and create.
You are the quintessence of beauty.
From as far back as I can remember, she hated me.
In this snowfall I am cold…
My exhaustion was begging me to surrender.
How long have you been overweight?
My misery does not love company…
21st Century Psychology
I asked for help to find a specific color of muteness.
I miss the lightness of my hands and heart.
…yes, no and maybe can mean the same thing, unless I replace ‘maybe’ with ‘herpes’.
Love ~ Peace ~ Freedom
All mothers are multilingual.
…we’re all walking Band-Aids.
I wish my parents were nice to each other.
Find your weeds.
…a silent impromptu cadenza with no audience.
In the end shall be the beginning…
…something is amiss.
“Never underestimate the ruthlessness of the ego to keep you in a state of suffering in which you voluntarily participate.” Iyanla Vanzant
…loyalty to ideals vs. loyalty to realities.
…the self must assuage the self.
he continues his struggle to take a breath…
Truth hidden within names.
Each step numbered.
Was it a matrix moment?
…expect in return.
Do not thin yourself…
…don’t give up.
…the right door was opened for you.
I am dying.
Money is neither armor nor salve for the inner and outer battles and wounds we endure.
Cups runneth over…
I pity the fool.
Where is your emotion?!
If we win a million, will you get back together with Dad?
…there’s no place like home…
We are all healers.
…what did my child self see in him and love?
…in self-defense I shot the man.
My mind is cocked and loaded.
Every doctor was wrong…
Let your light shine.
His whispers had become unavoidable shouts.
This journey demands breaks, falls, scrapes and bruises.
I was able to fulfill my lifelong dream of going to space.
…spiritual illiteracy sometimes takes a hold of all of us and requires that we perform a makeover within or suffer forever without.
…the separation of thought and emotion is what some people need.
…the death I long to surrender to, escapes me.
…felt I needed to live a life in exact opposite to all that I witnessed.
Bullies truly are afraid deep down inside.
I’m not an MD but sometimes doctor mom can diagnose in a way no MD can.
Please don’ sell me Massa!
I miss that little boy and still see him in that man.
When I decided to marry, it was a cerebral decision.
I’ve got a checkmate mentality with a stalemate reality.
… they did not prepare me for what I would see.
… what other realities had she experienced?
…he would sometimes hold the muzzle of a shotgun to her head and threaten to pull the trigger.
The classification is a box. Keep box cutters on hand.
…the first thing I did was go to my computer, pull up google and type in “child sexual abuse statistics”.
I named him Nathan. Today, he would be 17 years old.
…instead of explaining, he stalled the plane.
…angry at the asphyxiation suffered at silence while trying to breath in affection.
… it was too late, a backdraft was in progress.
…would sit under her living room table for hours at a time, feeling out of sorts but hidden and safe.
…what we choose to align our energy with will yield to us the result of its fruit.
…there may always exist a misted and ethereal sorrow that may not be muted but in death.
…extremities last receiving flow – holding hands watch you go…
…examine hand holding as a tool of emotional, physical and spiritual communication.
… there is no need to keep the gold in the furnace once all of the dross has fallen away.
We are all impoverished.
…sitting atop pyramids of gold.
He held my hand and comforted me.
comforted. loved. in absence of wanting.