“Vulnerability is the only authentic state. Being vulnerable means being open, for wounding, but also for pleasure. Being open to the wounds of life means also being open to the bounty and beauty. Don’t mask or deny your vulnerability: it is your greatest asset. Be vulnerable: quake and shake in your boots with it. the …
I wrote a well-received post on Mother’s Day this year but there was a line I wrote that slipped past my filter. I was writing from my own viewpoint, of course, and failed to consider those out there less fortunate than me. I’m not blaming myself, but rather seeing this as a teachable moment that …
“These days, when I knock on the doors of the Tryptamine Palace, I am no longer greeted with unconditional love, but instead, I am reminded of the responsibility that comes with ultimate knowledge: an undeniable responsibility to myself, to my tribe, to my species, to my planet.” -James Oroc You made your intentions. You prepared …
“The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.” -Honore de Balzac I spent more than 30 years being angry at my mother. I didn’t know why and I never questioned my feelings. My anger just was. In November of 2015 we hadn’t talked in …
“It is characteristic that dreams never express themselves in a logical, abstract way but always in the language of parable or simile.” -Carl Jung When writing, it’s generally considered bad form to indicate that something can’t be described in words. Yet this is precisely the challenge when writing about this work- finding words that convey …
In several recent conversations this blog has come up, as has my enjoyment for the process of wordsmithing. I take great joy in turning a phrase I find especially meaningful or artful, but there is more underneath. In those conversations I’ve noticed that a part of the reason I write is to be understood. This …
“I have been born again. I have been through a psychiatric experience which has completely changed me. I was horrendous. I had to face things about myself which I never admitted, which I didn’t know were there. Now I know that I hurt every woman I ever loved. I was an utter fake, a self-opinionated …
It’s been 4 weeks since the ceremony described in Here Be Dragons. My shame and fear remain turned well down into the single digits after having been dialed to 11 for so long. Looking back I have realised many things about my behaviours during this time, one of which is the extent to which I …
I was leaving the grocery. My car was parked at the end of the row, in the spot farthest from the front entrance of the market. I saw a woman in a bright green shirt standing near the curb at the edge of the lot. She was looking at nothing in particular and seemed indecisive …
