there comes a day when the deep and arduous task of healing won’t suffice any more. the tripping on tolerating pain in self-betrayal and abandonment of those parts will expire. those parts will blip to the surface as your truth. they will bleed and demand that you rise, come up for air and god forbid,…
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for…
I love a good song, musical skill, a unique impression and a bit of cynical humour to aid in a recovery process. Here’s to every abuser and codependent in recovery… Sometimes it all just feels like the joke is on us. But it isn’t. Is it? 😉 no, it isn’t.. but it does feel that…
“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men,…