I miss me when I’m gone

Ever feel like you are in a funk but everything is going relatively well? Like you’re stuck in your head or habit, not uncomfortable but not thriving, excited or passionate about life. I was in that space this week, just worn out, and uninspired. So many things jingling around in my mind, some of which […]

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The Beauty of Ritual

I’ve been thinking a lot about ritual lately. Whether routines, traditions, religious behaviors or familiar habits. These are things that give meaning to our lives. As I have slowly stripped away many belief systems that formed my identity and my worldview, I have also embraced the beauty of ritual. I’m not referring to superstition or […]

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Dying to Live

In nature we observe the cycle of life. The birth of something beautiful, creative out of something that has died. The giving up of something in order for something new to manifest. Seed falls and dies in the ground to be born into vibrant life once again. But what if that seed was unwilling to […]

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Embracing Truth, As It Is

We all know those cheerful and optimistic, no matter what happens, smiling people. You might be one of them. I know I was for a long time. But what I’ve discovered, is that many of those times that I was living in total optimism, I was also in denial of reality. True positivity only flows […]

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You Might Be Right

I just learned my mother-in-law thinks I’m a pothead. While I have no issue with marijuana and actually think it is quite beneficial on many levels for many reasons, I do not smoke weed. Hearing of her preconceived notion that I indulge in all day sitting around, getting high, made me giggle to myself for […]

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The narcissist and the sea hag

Revisiting an old journal today. Can you identify? I’m told the result of human dignity and compassion is peace. I suppose my dignity has been called into question more often than I can bear. Compassion is too irregular to grab a hold of, too inconsistent. Peace interrupted by self doubt and a sense that my […]

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