It doesn’t matter whom I want to help, or heal, or fix, or love, if I can’t do it for my self.
Tag: self compassion
Life will always build bridges and roads from you, to you; you can venture far into the depths or across time and dimension, yet upon arriving (or returning?) there again you find more of you. But now, you see more.
We’re aching to take back our sovereignty from the psychopathy, insanity and inanity of post-industry. At the same time, we’re terrified of living out our long-believed endgame rituals exploring lack, struggle, emptiness and being purposeless.
One doesn’t go looking for their art As one doesn’t go looking for love It just shows up The work is in honing the rudiments…