Svarun has the ability to press all of my premenstrual self's buttons. If anyone, he has a gift of finding those hidden ones that catapult me into a wretch. One such button that really opens up my head is obeying. Or rather, disobeying, his tendency to do the exact opposite of what I tell him to. Of course I can …
Tag: truth
Abracadabra
I can feel my period approaching. My body just wants to rest because the lower back is in its monthly pain. My mind wants to lure me into mellow thoughts upon waking up in the middle of the night – furious – due to Svarun’s kicking; I was raging and since this is not my …
I am Enough
I’m sitting on Svarun’s bathroom step stool (you know the little steps they make for children to reach bathroom sink) while the computer is resting on our bamboo laundry hamper, dancing throughout my typing. I just washed my hair, something I was looking forward throughout the day, and I love how the water is freely …
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 …
On Our True Essence
I held the Universe in my hands. It was looking back at me, curiously. I was touched by the Eternity and the Now when I held a newborn in my hands yesterday. My best friend gave birth to Eon Vitan a week ago and upon losing my wallet, I decided to hitchhike there. I was in …
Things to Say
Do you know the feeling that what you are doing makes no sense? Do you ever think that nobody wants to listen to what you’re saying or look at what you’re painting or marvel at how you’re dancing? I used to feel that way a lot. Today I was talking on the phone with someone, …
