People can at times confuse spirituality with religion, because the two often come together. Religions are sets of practices and beliefs that have been created based on epiphanies and teachings of prophets, saints, or sages. Most religions are intended to lead you into the light of spirituality, either by focusing on an outer form of divinity, or on the spiritual presence within yourself, or both. In a nutshell, spirituality relates to your own personal experience and relationship with the divine. Spirituality is a loaded word, often misunderstood, as its practices include meditation, contemplation and direct communication with universal consciousness. Spirituality … Continue reading Spirituality vs. Religion …

We need to be touched, to know that we exist, and that we need to express and receive expressions of love. It does matter that somebody cares about us. Somebody sees a hope in us. Someone who truly believes in us. The more love you give, the more love you will receive. Leo Rosten, beautifully answers the question, “How do we live a life of love?” “In some way, however, small and secret, each of us is a little mad…Everyone is lonely at bottom and cries to be understood, but we can never entirely understand someone else, and each of … Continue reading I believe we all need to be loved.

You are still here. Others have died inside at this point, but you still have your wits about you. The colors of your dream are still vibrant whereas others have faded away. You’re still working like all you want can happen tomorrow; you’re still pursuing your vision with integrity even though the work’s been beyond difficult. Why? You know why. Write about it. You refuse to look back. They can’t relate to who you are now and your focus is on the glimpse you caught of yourself way down the road. People say you’re crazy for going on a glimpse, … Continue reading Write about it…

I’ve moved. Let me send you my change of address. Better yet, let me draw you a map, Though your way and my way will not be the same. There are places I’ve been I hope you do not have to go. And yet, had I not passed through them, would I have arrived here? So I will share some notes from the journey, And if you find yourself lost in the underworld, Immobilized by despair and grief Crushed heart barely beating, Maybe I can offer some comfort. Or perhaps you will find we have traveled parallel paths, And now … Continue reading I have moved…

So much held in a heart in a lifetime. So much held in a heart in a day, an hour, a moment. We are utterly open with no one, in the end – not mother and father, not wife or husband, not lover, not child, not friend. We open windows to each but we live alone in the house of the heart. Perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart. When young we think there will come one person who will savour and sustain us always; when we are … Continue reading Small heart…

The old woman was once revered, when people revered the Great Mother, when they saw the beauty of birth, death and rebirth, the power of transformation. Now, we sit around and pretend we don’t get old and we don’t die. We feel the shift happening and we dig our heels in and pretend we can’t be touched. As I’ve aged, I’ve felt invisibility creep in. The older I get the more invisible I become, in a culture where youth and external beauty reign. All the while, I’ve become more beautiful to myself, because I am embracing and honoring the wisdom … Continue reading Old Woman, Wise Woman, Powerful Woman – On my birthday …

Leave if your love hurts you. Leave if it is always more pain than it is joy. Contrary to what they’ll tell you, love does not make the world spin round. You can want someone, baby. You can want them until you’re raw. That kind of longing can turn you into water after a live wire has been thrown into it. It can turn you into the hand holding that wire, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. It doesn’t mean you should stay. Don’t hang around just because you’re scared that you’ll never feel that kind of electricity again. It’s … Continue reading if it hurts, go…

I do not actually know who I am. I have tried to calculate my value, but I always find a smile and my paradise is where I am, why are we like this? Creating concepts for everything that’s left? Girls are witches or fairies, clown is a man all painted of jokes! Blue sky is the roof of the world! Dream is something that is inside of my pillow…♥ Teatro Mágico Continue reading I never know…

Life is made up of cycles. Fortunately! Curiously, however, although we perfectly know so well about this, we are always trying (in vain) to attain the supposed permanence. We hope voraciously that things will remain, that the good moments stay and – utopia of utopias – that people will stay forever by our side. Rare is the people who stay. Most of them go their way, bumping into so many other people, breaking new ground. The Greek philosopher Heraclitus, in the mid-fifth century BC, already said that “everything flows, everything is continually transformed”. There is nothing to be fixed, nothing … Continue reading Life is made up…