Tag: love

these dying times

we cling on to the old hurt stories because to let them go would mean the death of those same stories… and we fear death, in general. or, we fear the unknown….


bare bones

after the purifying fires, through those episodes of energetic upheaval and release, we gain perspective and maybe even a permanent shift in perception….


the fall

sit awhile
rest your mind
hear your heart

life is a perpetual dance
a process
a renewal


stalemate

there are individual battles, hard fought, likely justifiable, maybe on some level a rebalancing of things. regardless, meaningful and reality shifting….


salesperson

there’s a point in every relationship when you finally get past the need to sell yourself, to show off your best qualities and virtues, and even bullshit a little about who you’re not really at all….