I was making eggs the other morning and was feeling the pain and sorrow surfacing from old wounds, and in that stillness of the moment, a sudden realization came to me…
With Valentine’s Day coming up next week, I’ve been thinking a lot about heartache and how physical a pain it can be. Whether it’s a breakup, parting ways with a friend, or the loss of a loved one, the energy of the heart is so powerful that when it’s broken, it truly feels like it and you are pieces.
For anyone who struggles with others’ perceptions in choosing a somewhat “unconventional” life path or being an “unconventional” person.
It's a holiday here in Berlin and it's noon and I'm still in bed after six days of non-stop travel and exploring Amsterdam, Berlin, and soon to be Prague tomorrow.
The Echium candicans, once vibrant and ultraviolet in spring, are now burned black by the hot sun at the start of summer…. they make me think about letting go of what is dead and dying… the natural falling away of things.
Well, I know I have arrived
And it's hard just to survive
But I'll stay alive
...And it is all right.
Forgiveness is not a magic wand that you wave and make the hard feelings go away. It’s a process, and some days it comes and goes.
For far too long in my life, my SELF has felt suppressed, minimized, belittled, ignored, unacknowledged, unloved, unseen.
I don’t consider myself a “healer”... but I do know that I’ve been healed in some powerful ways by making music.
In meditation I sometimes have it… but the other day, sitting sick in bed, working, the feeling came over me.