As the ten day fast came to an end, the purpose of my journey to California became crystal clear. I did journey here to continue my path of inner healing and transformation. I did journey here to face the shadows of my past I have not yet released nor integrated. I did come here to connect to mother nature and the wisdom of my soul. My path might ( Read more... )

Strange stir of emotions, in many ways calm and balanced, but somehow unfocused. I find myself going inward, deep, deeper yet. I want to contract, removing all traces of me from the space I occupy. I want to become wind, spirit, intuition ( Read more... )

Don't tell me about the meadows of dreams, carefully sculpted visions of the future we will never inhabit. This future you speak off...it is my own. A journey of many roads colliding into a single path, a path of destiny. And perhaps I did move to California to become a woman, to come into my own, to smooth all the jagged edges of my dreams, fears ( Read more... )

I found a huge hourglass on my desk this morning, black ash effortlessly forcing its way through a tight birth tunnel. And even though so much time has passed since my thoughts made a mark on these pages, the painful process of shedding layers continues. Through the hot and sticky streets of NYC, through the crowds of strangers, and beds of ( Read more... )

As my art supplies and creative apparatuses sit stored neatly in boxes I begin to ponder the essence of inspiration. There is this familiar itch inside of me to spill open, to give birth, to make anew that which yet hasn’t been seen or transformed, or perhaps all together created. I sense the fear I am so well acquainted with, fear that stability ( Read more... )

When you meet your soulmate there is an electric charge that shoots through your body like a bolt of lightning, a cellular recognition making you aware of all the possibilities...an instant mending of past, present and future. In that very moment you became aware of all the paths that have led to this very point in your destiny. A sacred kind of ( Read more... )

His touch is always delicate, smooth like milk...but it is not about his touch at all. It is about the effect my touch has on him. He shivers, gasping for breath, his body weakens and lets go of all defenses. I begin to glide through his skin, first with fingertips, then with nails, gently caressing every muscle. His stomach is flat, smooth, his ( Read more... )

Maybe it has been too long since I have spilled open, unzipped my own skin and watched all my insides bleed out. The last year and a half has been a roller coaster ride of ups and down...the greatest highs and the lowest lows...and yet, on the surface everything always seems so calm. I hide my feelings so well ( Read more... )

She waits for his phone call for days. There is this dull ache in her heart, she wants to be tougher, she wants to grow thicker skin, she screams "why are you so damn sensitive?" to her own reflection in the mirror. She is all water, all emotion. She should know better than to wear her heart on her sleeve, but that is who she is..she refuses to ( Read more... )

He brings the mike closer to this lips and begins to sing "Just give me a pain that I am used to". I inhale deeply, as if to suck all of the sound through my nostrils. My eyes glaze over...my body is present, but my mind is drifting in some unknown sea. As he opens the door to a taxicab for me later that night, he says to a cab driver "Take her ( Read more... )