Here it is. One year has gone by. It's a snowy morning. This is spring. Even if mother nature is not ready yet. A milky white sky so serene, so peaceful. Quiet. Quiet like the start of day. A practice I've put in place about six months ago: beginning my day in silence, being aware... Continue Reading →
You always think it’s going to be someone else. The woman with the black eye - how did she let it get that way? Why didn’t she walk away? That couldn’t be me.
Failure, like loneliness, are often perceived as unwanted. For me, the stuff that you're either not able to see until you fail - reveals itself.
Things become very clear when there is nowhere to escape. I'm at an ashram on an island just months after being left for dead by the man I shared my life with.
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