About feeling worthy
Do you ever read back things you wrote a while ago and feel as though someone else put those words on paper? I love reading back things I wrote. I read them and the words resonate. It’s more than that though…
Do you ever read back things you wrote a while ago and feel as though someone else put those words on paper? I love reading back things I wrote. I read them and the words resonate. It’s more than that though…
A calming scent reaches up my nostrils as I cross the quaint little bridge in Hoi An. I look up to see where the lovely scent is coming from. A lady is standing at the end of the bow. Her body is completely still….
He’s been torturing me for days now! This tiny gnome in my head, who’s pulling on a string that is attached to my left eye ball. Sneakily he looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is watching. No one is watching. So he pulls again. A bit harder this time. Each time he pulls
Maybe it has already happened?! I did ask to let go of judgment and resentment. Driving back to Thongsala, in an unusually low gear, I feel light as air, yet my head feels as if it’s ready to explode. The muscles in my calves are very sore for reasons unknown and my stomach is still