about a week ago I ran my first half-marathon. I had a thought today about how quickly a goal becomes an afterthought once complete, at least for me. Running 13.1 Miles wasn’t something I would have predicted for myself, but it’s something I noticed myself admiring in others. I would get this jolt of…
when love triggers the most raw, vulnerable, sensitive parts of yourself, let it. love brings up anything unlike itself.
perhaps it’s a defense mechanism. she shares emotions and feelings with the collective and she struggle’s to maintain boundaries… she picks up the phone mid-dream to listen– she offers support, encouragement, prayer– most times she doesn’t even realize that the conversation rarely shifts to her or her well-being but occasionally she notices. she holds those…
mother. my healing is your healing. my joy is your joy. my pain is your pain. your life is my life. your habits are my habits. your heart is my heart. thank you for nurturing me, loving me, birthing me. thank you for the moments you persisted when you had nothing left in you to…
my relationship with you is essentially my relationship with myself. you and I are two souls incarnated on purpose. we both have traumas, karmic debts, and scores to settle in this lifetime. We came to this plane as two completely separate beings, yet we are one… …your very presence in my life is proof of…
