About a clean slate
As I sit on the plane, I say goodbye. “See you when I see you Dutchland.” Not knowing when I will return feels quite liberating. There are no rules. I make up the rules, and I say there are none…
As I sit on the plane, I say goodbye. “See you when I see you Dutchland.” Not knowing when I will return feels quite liberating. There are no rules. I make up the rules, and I say there are none…
I have failed myself. Big time! My body is exhausted and my mind is numb. I’ve neglected all that is mindful and knowingly put my body through hell. And I was enjoying (almost) every minute of it- living in the moment. It all started two weeks ago….
Am I dead? The high pitched noise reminds me of one of Grey’s Anatomy’s heart monitors. You know that sound it makes when someone flatlines…
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