The past week has been a roller-coaster. Do you know the feeling when you know you're doing the right thing, but everything you keep bumping into are obstacles upon obstacles upon obstacles? I sure do. I sure know how to feel sorry for myself. My mantra used to be: »I knew something was gonna go …
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The Need for Rituals
I’m not a creature of habit, and I have never really made friends with routine. If anything, I found it scary because I usually felt so comfortable with change. But one thing is change, and the other is chaos and I was definitely leaning more in the direction of the second. My best friend once …
A Sense of Worthiness
When was the last time you asked yourself a couple of questions: *What do I consider worthy? *What is my worth? I got to thinking about worth because I’m digging deep into my perception of abundance, and the two appear to be inherently linked, so let's see. I was talking to my grandmother the other …
Commitment Yes, Commitment No?
Svarun is finally home! Boy, oh boy, did I ever miss that golden, fiery, talkative boy. Today we had an amazing day together; long and full, but amazing. But after he’s gone to bed, the things that challenged me throughout the day surfaced. The things were many. I’m in the midst of my period. My …
Accept the Invitation
I thought I was going to write about the ego today, because I really delved deep into feeling the feels. You see, I promised my grandmother I would help her pick string beans from my parents’ garden, so we spent the whole morning together. My father’s mother is usually the first person to trigger me …
Relax
I have a “spiritual running buddy” as Gabrielle Bernstein likes to put it. It's a friend of mine, with whom we've been through a lot together. Our sisterhood started in high school, but not for the purpose of our supporting each other to be good to ourselves, so much as the exact opposite. We both had …
Invitation: Let’s Do This Together
I'm not perfect. I'm not. Quite honestly, I'm highly imperfect. You can ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you how my insecurity gets in the way of my strength and will oftentimes. Or how my fears dare me to trust. Or how the hole from a belly button in my navel literally exploded …
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