I could tell you how I really feel. I could share all of my thoughts and feelings with you, but I’m afraid you’ll just place them in a strainer like spaghetti noodles, draining out every last word, except the ones that’ll boost your ego. My words are a part of me; I am my thoughts and my feelings. I’m not a teddy bear that you can pick up when you’re lonely. I’m not a hotel where you can stay until you’re satisfied. Nor am I a trick-or-treater eager for a handful of your sugarcoated lies. No, I am an independent … Continue reading My messy mind …

My mother always said never to sleep with an angry mind. She would quote night after night, never to allow your head to touch pillows of duck-feather with words of vehemence and poison still resting on your tongue. Sleeping with an angry mind would open doors to many roots — dead roots — where the ash burned away from the scalp and rotting promises could be left to populate in broken ditches in your thoughts. Words were omnipotent — She would chant — they were the most powerful thing in the world if used correctly. And Truth more often than … Continue reading Never sleep with an angry mind…

Somewhere in time you existed free of the imprints of others. You were likely a child, or perhaps dreaming. In those fleeting moments you were thinking for yourself. You knew that having what you wanted felt good and made your life better. There were no issues of worthiness, deserving, or doubt. There was just peace and contentment. Babies are born knowing to seek comfort, love, connection, and ease. They do not question whether they deserve it, they know they do. How often have you rationalized that you can’t or shouldn’t have, or do things that bring you back to that … Continue reading Tonight, I return to you…

Our lives are all beautiful. Some of us just choose to look at the garden and some of us choose to complain about the gardening. Being challenged to be your best is great, but life is hard enough without being with people who are hard on you. Clear and honest communication is a sign of respect. In the silence, we often find all of the answers we wish they would have been decent enough to tell us in person. Listen closely and take notes, learn the lesson and graduate. You have so much potential. The only thing that will stop … Continue reading My own reflection…

Ma vie a connu trop de jours stériles,Qui m’ont conduit à la frontière du crépuscule,Là où l’horizon s’arrête et bascule,Sur des choses bien souvent inutiles. Ma vie est soudain revenue avec l’amourAlors que tous les flambeaux étaient encore éteints,Perdu sur ce chemin,Il m’est enfin apparu au grand jour…❤🙏 Continue reading Ma vie …

All is Self.The only difference between “you” and “me”are the words and concepts of “you” and “me.”Self in you is the Self in all Beings.The Source of everything is the same and this is Self,this is love and compassion… Namaste…❤ Continue reading Self …

I’ve moved.Let me send you mychange of address.Better yet, let me draw you a map,Though your way and my way willnot be the same.There are places I’ve been I hopeyou do not have to go.And yet, had I not passed throughthem, would I have arrived here?So I will share some notesfrom the journey,And if you find yourself lost in theunderworld,Immobilized by despair and griefCrushed heart barely beating,Maybe I can offer some comfort.Or perhaps you will findwe have traveled parallel paths,And now I live next door to you…❤ Continue reading I have moved …

On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realize there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real. That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones. That being alone means you’re free. That old … Continue reading One day …

Listen to the salted caramel voicesof women in you,heavy stories paint pictureson this thick skin.thick like the barriers we’ve crossed,thick like the borders we’ve birthed,thick like the borders we’ve burned,gentle fire, orchid blooming,resistant and resilient.Some of us,broken and butchered.bold but never solid.lost but not wanting to be found.lost the wanting to be wanted.turn your soul into poems,ink colored skin…❤️ Continue reading Women in you…

One day you’ll learn that you can’t fill the vacancies in your soul with people alone. Yes, you can occupy your cold bed with your lover’s warm body and the spaces between your fingers with their hands but loneliness just can’t be cured that way — not with something physical anyway. Because no matter how many crowds of people you cram into the windows and doors, an abandoned house is still an abandoned house if the tenant never returns and sometimes, just sometimes, the only person who can save you is yourself. There will be days you will stumble out … Continue reading One day ….