…I never saw myself the way other people saw me… No matter how little I had, I always felt I was worthy… Until they didn’t – and left, And I felt worthless, alone A cycle of getting recycled, Repeated, 3-Peated … Did it to myself, Wanted to be loved for my worst qualities… … and…
I had a wild dream, I was on a bus, careening out of control, down a hill I was, unknown to them, there to help, An IDF special forces soldier sat beside me And finally, we arrived in a valley Children ran out, gnome-like, after us, as we filled into the grassy lowlands – They…
Time and time again I read what I need to read, when I need to read it. I had read Man’s Search For Meaning before; although, as I get older, I find that my own increased experience adds additional dimension to things. Such was the case here. The words of Viktor Frankl, published in 1946,…
Time to be sad every day, The inner-child needs it Time to lay in the dark and listen to the songs that hurt so good; For we are sad – and not pitiably – It’s just a character trait “Not some broken thing”, It’s who we are, who anyone is, After enough time on earth……
We all just have this one, short, sweet time to be alive, To live this seemingly neverending journey – our story; To love, to forgive, to empower others, to surrender to Our Self, and to decide, what is rather than what may be.
Growing up, my dad often told me to, “Go with the flow.” As with other things he said to me growing up, this only came to have meaning to me after he was gone (…the people we love have a way of gilding us like that, even after they are gone from our lives…). My…
