Oh dear God. I'm thankful I can change this later..
I seek a mentor, yet each day it’s the world itself that proves to be my teacher.
I seek truth and magic yet each day I learn that it is truth and magic that we are made of.
I’m on a journey to connect with spirit and with my deepest self, my soul.
I think my deepest self is… you.
We share the same soul. We are made of the same magic, the same stars, the same energy.
We are one. Do you feel it?
We are one.
These are my letters to you.
I’m not sure this is really what I want to do tonight… or maybe it definitely is and I’m just already freaking out that I don’t know what exactly it is that I want to write… but that I am going to do it anyway. I have felt so busy lately! There is so much…
Emotionally, I feel like maybe I’ve just been through the ringer these past couple of weeks. I feel not much had really happened in the physical realm, but enough is coming up in me that it feels like just so so much has happened. Everything feels heightened some how.. I feel the conversations I’m having…
fucking nuts right now to be completely honest. Wow. I wonder if maybe I am just all of a sudden being humbled and being shown that I am kind of fucking insane. Like. Okay. This morning I went to church for the first time since I was a child, since I don’t even remember. We…
Probably what I need is to just be present and feel however it is I feel. Good or bad. How do I feel? Forgive me if this becomes just a dialogue with myself… but if I’m not gonna use this space for anything else, I might as well spill my truth out here, even if…
So yeah. That happened… and it was bad. Real bad. I don’t even know what you call it… I just felt straight violated. I’ve been single for quite a little while now so I was sleeping pretty soundly by myself the other night in my own little room thinking everything was going along swimmingly in…
I feel so disappointed. I came here to type and maybe try and turn this night into something for myself. I had something sort of ridiculous and terrifying happen to me that is totally inspiration for great writing and now I’m here like berating myself instead of telling my story to you! My bestie wanted…
Have I lost inspiration? I’m bummed that I feel I have nothing if value to say today so why should I have a blog? I have to remember that I am a reed, I am a plant, and inspiration comes like rain from the sky, maybe even less predictable than that…some days are not for…
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