Spiritual growth

  • This Bliss

    This bliss is born of a brave and steady heart; a choice to flow with the sugar and the spice: the mystery of all that I am. This bliss has been warming beneath trembling soil; lifetimes of wanting for something… Continue reading

  • Baffling

    What does it mean that a leaf looks so much like a feather, and a feather looks so much like a leaf? Who knows? Not many of us. Because for far too long we’ve been busy. Busy making sure the… Continue reading

  • I Am Free

    Dear History, You do not tell my heart what it knows. I tell my heart what it knows. I do not compare my story to others. I do not play into stories of fear, or guilt, or shame. I do not… Continue reading

  • The Land In-between

    The matrix rages beneath the skin and I am trapped. So this is the land in-between. The rose unfurls beneath a skin that longs to fall, yet the chipped paint of a girl gone by tethers me to yesterday. A… Continue reading

  • Unrealistic Expectations

    Never would you ever expect a block of chocolate to fit into a jelly mould. Humans. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t eat ’em. Continue reading

  • Stuck

    When I felt the stuck of you, I knew you needed to move. The mud in the air around you as you tap tap tapped away told the story of a stuck girl. Getting the job done, wishing you were… Continue reading

  • Shame

    To cast stones. To stare down. To withhold words. Or kindness. Or love. Shaming. It’s a wonder it still exists, given we’ve all made mistakes. Given we’re all human, and all of us different. And entirely imperfect. Empathy is the… Continue reading

  • Fragile Beautiful

    The same pattern repeated itself over and over, in various ways. And with each new scenario of social anxiety, a sense of unconscious shame was born and continued to grow. I should have been able to call my friends without worrying… Continue reading

  • Then Is Gone. This Is Now.

    Her words lumped in my gut like a blob of warm resentment. I was late. By six-minutes. I would be charged a full half an hour extra— her colleague had been unable to go to lunch until my arrival. The… Continue reading

  • Be A Flower

    Have you noticed how flowers open in groups? How certain flowers within the group open first, followed closely by a new lot that, for whatever reason, begin to grow and change at a different time. But always they open as… Continue reading