rebooted ye olde blog three years ago, after deciding to wipe it clean and start fresh. the few hundred posts over the previous years seemed scattered and disoriented, much like i was. and still can be from time to time. i’m ok with that….
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….
every time you are willing to go deep and dislodge some illusory story that’s been holding you down or holding you back, you create a positive momentum and energetic shift for yourself, and the collective….
when 99.9% of all we will be, do, or have doesn’t really matter, the least you can do, truly, is be of beneficence and uplift everywhere you happen to go….
our battles are our own. though the external swirl and circumstance informs and challenges our notions, ultimately the war is within. i don’t know what to fucking do. it’s a start. it’s raw. it’s the real you punching through the tumultuous surface and cracking the facade. you don’t have to know what to do. not…