from the beginning your vulnerability is what drew me in.
from the beginning your vulnerability is what drew me in.
perfecting the art of crazy– pioneering new experience.
why not just not cry? detaching from the process allows unfolding…
yesterday i peeled away a layer one that had long concealed my vulnerability. Underneath that film– i found a need to prove myself. a deep and darkened shame, a tortured, broken structure that believed in itself to the point of actualization. As i walked around the landscape of my deeply held beliefs, turned concrete, …
letting go of fear embracing uncertainty lifetimes of lessons
continually marveling at the splendid perfection that is.
the reason you’re different from everyone else is because your potential is constantly in the process of being realized. there is an earnestness in your actions that takes me back to childhood; honeysuckle along a path of green and a strawberry patch that stretched the length of a summer sunset. And it cannot be denied that …
my smile, a long-lost friend who i hadn’t realized departed, slowly backed out the door years ago, almost imperceptively. she’s beginning to reemerge along with the rest of me. i see her reflected back at me in mirrors and photographs– recognizing the joy that flows from behind her– feeling safe enough to show herself. regaining …
totally overwhelmed by the magnitude of my feelings– having created clear and careful boundaries– FINALLY. though i feel the weight of them pressing down upon my heart. walking through the motions– one foot in front of the other– a handshake and smile– the playful game of humanity– when no face is yours and none can compare. …
I’m sorting through a lot of late. (When am I not?) But by far the most potent thing seems to be acknowledging and letting go of the stories I tell myself. (And I tell myself a lot of stories.) Many of them are based in truth, or partial truth– and have some vague notion of …
the edges of myself 