I used to think having a Home was boring kind of the same way I thought having children makes you boring. Instead of having a place to be, I was always looking for a new place to go. I was restless. And while I still love travelling, I also cherish home now. The first time …
Tag: personal
For Fear of …
* What do you do when you fear you will hurt? When you first sense the ripples of a drama effect inside you, bouncing uncontrollably to the surface of your experience? * What do you hold on to? * Which feeling/ story/ role do you play out? I’ve been having multitudes lately. It’s not that …
Indecisiveness
“What happened to you?” he asks me, munching on his dinner, while I’m holding the computer in my hands and letting myself be receptive to today’s story. “What do you mean?” I ask, totally knowing what he meant. “What happened so that you can finally be relaxed?” “I don’t know yet. I haven’t gotten to …
Afraid of Being Bored?
The past few days at a festival were busy, diverse, and lively. As I was going, I could barely keep up with the pace and the heat. But retrospectively, at the end of each day, I felt relaxed, nurtured and full. The happening made me realize how much I’d missed diversity ... so I drank …
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 …
Light and Dark
Life is a balance of light and dark. Everyone gets to choose how much of each he’s willing to put up with ... until he or she realizes that what we call dark is really just a cry for more light. I have always been into experimenting with the darkness. I was drawn to people …
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 …
