Passion, Self-Awareness, & Language of Renewal
On Summer Solstice 2017 I would like to share with you Selections from Eternal Echoes by John O’Donohue. A Celtic Shaman, O’Donohue writes on the longing of the soul, our spiritual relationship with ourselves and others, and belonging. Blessings are selfless wishes and these are my wishes for you, that you may find self-love, that you may see the light in yourself and others, that you will open yourself to the shadows too, and embrace the danger of freedom, love, and renewal.
Read the first part here: The Chronicles of Us FOUR. I walked past your old flat on Eversholt Street and remembered that night we put the world to wrongs, sitting side by side on the cold kitchen floor, drinking Johnnie Walker Black Label out of teacups and discussing the pros and cons of freedom. The
ONE. Sometimes I don’t talk at all. Mostimes I tell you interesting facts about ketchup and painters and space and Japan and coins and pregnant giraffes. But sometimes I don’t speak at all. Still you wait and wait, still, with the patience of a saint, until I come back and tell you that the man
I should be going to sleep but instead I’m thinking about my career and my passion for Storytelling photography. With just over a month before Rosie turns 1 years old and my maternity leave runs its course, I’m feeling nervous and I’ve been letting my ego run the show the past couple of weeks. I […]
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I just had this epiphany. I was thinking about my baby Rosie and how she had learned how to sit and crawl so quickly compared to her fellow baby peers. But when she was only a month old, she didn’t have any inclination that she should…
Meditation I find self-induced meditation difficult; my mind does not quiet easily and the experience can be very discouraging and frustrating. Because of this, I have used many of the guided meditation videos on YouTube to help me get into a receptive state. The meditative state is receptive to affirmations, unintelligible wisdom, and altering perceptions I find it is the best place to
My Forgiveness Story He was my high school bully, he was one of many. He stood out because he could reach the most vulnerable parts of me, the places where I still expressed hope and confidence, and make them seem ugly. I transferred schools because of him, and the next year he was there, the
I didn’t kill myself, but I wanted to, and I tried to, many times. Maybe I didn’t research suicide enough to make it work, but maybe I didn’t want to make it work because somewhere in my suffering there was a tiny spark, a hidden feeling of hope. I can only recall the hopelessness, but
