Is he… different than I expect? different from what I imagine? I know… It needs to be about how I feel. How I’m treated. Looked at. Spoken to. Cared for. Loved. That it… Must be differerent. Than all others. Not arrogant. Not for show. Simple. In the best way. Easy. As it should be. Paced….
For belittling you. For not giving you the credit you deserve. For minimizing you, and what you have accomplished. For being ashamed of your (lack of) success. And for judging your success against others. For not acknowledging how far you have come. For not praising you for what you have done. For not loving you…
Alternating Weekends. My time spent. Without kids. Alone, silent, healing. I do what is needed to be done. Sleep. Rest. Cry. Be. I am so grateful for what I have. So lucky to have intense love and time spent with them. And then quiet solitude to heal and mend. I never had quiet. My life…
It has been some time. We are together, but still figuring out. I lay intertwined in your arms, in my bed. Our bodies so comfortably separate, yet together. The tears well up in my eyes and my heart aches. The words are urning to be expressed, but my throat won’t let them be heard. It…
High in the sky. Floating, gliding and majestic. Free. Your wings taking you where the wind chooses. To the right, to the left… you lean in. Surrender and accept the path you are given. Some days circling round and round as if you need to cover the same path as it is yet mastered. Other…
I think of you every day. Wishing you were here. Wanting you by my side. Wondering.. Who you are? Where you are? Why you’re not here? What will you look like? Smell like? Taste like? Sound like? Feel like? Dreaming of what I think might be you. And being disappointed date after date when it’s…
We swipe right on each other, overtime. We are drawn to each other. It’s an unhealthy cycle. But we do it over and over. Why? Why do we do that? For me. It’s so familiar. So comfortable. But it is so unhealthy. Do you mean to be mean? I don’t think you do. You hide…
The heat. The quiet. The intent. It’s sacrid. Healing. Pure. Accepting. Nonjudgemental. Light. I can breathe. And be me. Just me. No makeup. No title. No responsiblity. Just me. Immerse myself in my practice. Focus on my body. At my own pace. The power of the postures. The depth of that day. The cleansing of…
I look up at the sky… “Thank you dad.” As I look at the sky… I know you are crafted it. All of it. Eliminated who wasn’t worthy. At the right time. In the right way. You put in my path.. crafted every circumstance. Showed me the truth of those around me. Gave me the…
One swipe. Right. An uncanny familirariy. Same words. Language. So open. Free. For me. No rules. I am following the rules she told me to: “Don’t think. Feel.” “You are the only one that makes your rules.” “Don’t let other’s rules, rule you.” These are guides that I am living by. I knew you would…
Victories small and large deserve to be celebrated. Acknowledgment is critical to foster pride and set the standard for loving yourself. Filling yourself with pride will accelerate your momentum and fuel your progress of moving forward. Acknowledgment is critical to foster pride and set the standard for loving yourself. Celebrating your wins… honors yourself and acknowledges the efforts put…
Why isn’t he here? “You’re just mastering the finishg touches,” she says. I don’t know what that means. Aren’t I good enough as I am. Why is there more to be done? Haven’t I done the work? ALL THE WORK! Wait. Are those finshing touches for me? Or him? I didn’t ask. It’s been years….