That left me trying to piece together and scout around at what was left over, the foundational pieces of who I am. I found the pieces that I could change, that didn't hold weight any longer, and those that never did.
Winchester’s Ghost
Just Don’t Stay
What happened felt like I was taking a long run at a moving train in hopes I could tackle it and derail the thinking that had rutted my tracks so deeply.
Children of the Scorn
We ultimately have a responsibility to uphold, and finding those weaving abilities again is just a part of it, and coming this core belief comprehension is just a small part of that.
Overwhelmingly Underwhelmed
This was the place for my long talks, the ones I couldn't find people to listen to.
The Judgements
It comes from the very things we are trying to hide, our biases, our expectations, and our fears.
Lose Yourself
What also ran into all of this was a realization that there is no there, that I've been looking for.
Planting Whispers in the Soul
Teasing is humility's hammer, it is the great destroyer of egos, and the builder of acceptance.
To Thyself Be Fearful
It was a badly damaged area as I assessed the aftermath, the works of good mental behaviors tossed down like a library after an earthquake.
That Familiar Stranger
I expected my childish behaviors and wallowing to win out and comfort me in my pity blanket.
A Pocket Full of Quarters
You can't keep what you never find
The Frugal Emotionalist
Because like everything else in life, these pieces that make up the whole are complex, simple, honest, and lying, all at the same time.
Joy 2.0
It is a practice in acceptance, a discovery of more tolerance, and a space clearing exercise that helps in these confined times.
The Forever People
They are the frequency holders, the butterfly riders, the forever people.
Changing Signs
The signs we put up at first are right on the edges of those places of thought, right next to the addictions, those destinies of disaster.
Digging In
Working on accepting the hard to accept The warm air felt almost otherworldly as I took my bike on a long overdue ride. I had to get out of the house, there was nothing wrong other than the confinement of the last few months. The clearing of the mind was almost an emergency order as... Continue Reading →
Tempests Follow 