Love Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I know you hurt Pain is not wrong…The moment we believe something is wrong, our world shrinks and we lose ourselves in the effort to combat the pain. Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha Good day my Friend. Depending where you are, it may not feel like a good […]
Read More 03: A Love Letter to the Betrayer – I Know You HurtHow quick we are to believe the worst about people we don’t actually know because we want to believe the best about the people we love.
Read More Thoughts on Mark Nepo’s Being SadWhen the longing unexpectedly blooms for C, I need not fear the sting from the hidden bee but remember that alongside C my life blossomed and flowed into a new season. Though the season has passed what I reap in this season is based on what I sowed in the last.
Read More 40: A Moment of TruthWhere I described her as my anchor, I realize she was simply a mooring and we lacked a secure attachment.
Read More Thoughts on Mark Nepo’s The Bee ComesTheir podcast helps me understand my responses, and therefore, the responses of the people around me. If I can see myself more clearly I can see those around me more clearly too.
Read More Thoughts on Therapist Uncensored’s Brain Science 101The truly loving action is to listen and then tell them, ‘No.’ Changing something simply to make someone else feel better is the path to my lost integrity and shattering of my character.
Read More Thoughts on the Next Step to Health by Mark NepoThe narrative that has choked so many meaningful intimate moments in my life is the false narrative, “You deserve to be happy but if there is a conflict that must mean there is something wrong. Not with them, but with you.”
Read More 30: Thoughts on Unicorns, Chumps, & Other Mythological CreaturesI wrote as a plea to be heard. By someone.
Anyone.
By her…but in the quiet of the night, when love and grief can no longer be shouted down I hear the repressed whispers of knowledge reminding me the woman I long to hear from will never return.
Read More 29: Saudade – The Deep LongingToo often I sense my grieving keeps me focused on things outside my control. However, with time and loving intention, my grieving gives way to a renewed focus on my own patterns, roles, choices, and opportunities.
Read More 28: I am a leaf on the windHere is the thing: if I want to be less trigger-happy (triggery? triggered?) I need to deal with my shit. Me. No one else.
Read More 26: Thoughts on Triggers