01: A Love Letter to the Betrayers

It seems I’m compelled to write to the men and women that betrayed their Loves, lives, and selves directly.

Thoughts on Memories by Reconcile4Life

What is the truth and how do you know?

14: K

My marriage to K was a wonderful, meaningful relationship too. I never regretted marrying K but I have all too often regretted not making the most of it.

The question becomes then, “Why don’t you go back to your ex-wife?”

146: Thoughts on The Marriage of the Princess and the Dragon

Originally posted on Metta Refuge:
I’ve been thinking about “dragons” recently and thought I’d share this wonderful retelling of a Swedish fairy tale by dharma teacher Jack Kornfield from his wonderful bookAfter the Ecstasy, the Laundry: How the Heart Grows Wise on the Spiritual Path. We all have our own “dragons” in our hearts. May…

121: Thoughts on Trickle Truth HELL by Walking the Journey

121: Trickle Truth HELL by Walking the Journey

The truth will not set you free. What you do with the truth will.

120: Thoughts on Perfection inspired by Not Your Average Girl

“There is no such thing as perfect. We are all a moveable feast, we are all growing and learning throughout our lives. Nothing ever stays the same.”

113: Thoughts on All that we are not by Mark Nepo

113: All that we are not

You cannot be vulnerable and safe. Vulnerability is (risk + uncertainty + emotional openness). By definition, safety is to be free of risk and uncertainty. They just cannot exist in the same spiritual space.

112: Thoughts on What am I doing? by Walking the Journey

112: @Dawn_ByTheCreek asks, “What am I doing?”

I’ve asked myself that question thousands of times a day over the years of my betrayal. I’ve asked myself that questions a thousand times a day since the reveal.

108: Never Not Broken

The weight of all of these losses and feelings finally broke me this week. I feel nothing but sadness, loneliness, despair, and emptiness today.

I have nothing to offer anyone. Not even myself. I’m hollow now.

105: The Art of Love

My heart still sings out to her like an optimistic songbird hoping she will sing back.

There is only silence.