A path is staring to open before me, one that I will follow with my whole heart, for I know that it will lead me into a more true and beautiful life.
Last week I wrote about the tragic murders of Dominique Fells and Riah Milton, both trans black women who were viciously killed this month for their gender identities and race. I wrote about karma and privilege. I feel compelled to write more. Karma is the cosmic law that states all actions, even thoughts, that originateContinue reading “The Dogma of Karma”
When life calls for change, who or what do you turn to for guidance? The ten question quiz? A psychic, a friend, a hero? Perhaps you are a card reader or a star gazer? We all seek answers outside. The impulse is so human, so vulnerable, so real. I find myself too floundering for certainty.Continue reading “Let Us Treasure Hunt”
For much of my life I have received advice like: “Let your anger go. It only hurts you.” “Forgive those who hurt you.” “Release jealousy.” I am not saying this advice is wrong exactly, but it can be dangerous for me when I’m trying to grow personally and spiritually. The danger is that advice likeContinue reading “Feel All the Feels”
I have been furloughed from my job. I have been given the golden ticket of time to travel in the confines of my home and family, to the depths of my being in pandemic isolation.
The coronavirus pandemic has brought our mortality into stark relief. Whether we are among those most vulnerable or not, death seems to be all around us. This is disturbing for even the most hearty among us. I was reflecting today how death and birth have so many parallels. Both can be beautiful and Divine, butContinue reading “Death in a Time of Pandemic”
Light and dark in my early life.
My wild is inside. It’s loud and big and deep. It screams at me when I don’t listen. It leads me into failure if I try to ignore it. It transforms me. I cannot ignore my wild, but because I don’t let it out often, my people don’t really know. They only see it from the outside. And because I don’t let it out, I am not my full expression in this life.
The first glimmers of hope are upon us; the curve appears to be flattening. Soon, even those in the epicenters may face my reality: a world that feels safe from COVID-19, but is actually not yet.
I think we all struggle on some level with the sense that no one really “gets” us. As I’ve been told frequently lately, “you’re not special.”