Tag: mother

I need to free myself

I need to free myself Of this need to be in a “relationship” Aren’t I already? In one? With every other thing in the universe? It has only but been 3.5 decades of conditioning that needs to be undone As a woman, it is hard to admit to oneself that one doesn’t need a typical … Continue reading I need to free myself →

I didn’t see myself as a giver

I didn’t see myself as a giver Until I had nothing else left to give I didn’t see myself as a giver Until every ounce of me was ready to give up I didn’t see myself as a giver Until my friends whispered it into my soul I didn’t see it in me I saw … Continue reading I didn’t see myself as a giver →

..careful what you wish for

joy is a but a tiny window into the heart space unsought pain and suffering is what breaks it open open and bare in a way that you never wanted walking with open , raw, woundedness , light shimmering through your tears you muster the strength somehow to allow the breath to flow in and … Continue reading ..careful what you wish for →

Ordinary superpowers of a frail human existence

She wakes up in the morning , looks at her reflection & wonders what power do I even carry?  The mere thought scares her a bit, powerful and me? Is that even possible?  I cannot even change my moods at will  She has been told and shown that power is usually big, massive and not … Continue reading Ordinary superpowers of a frail human existence →