“When the Sun of compassion arises
and the singing birds come from nowhere.”
Amit Ray, Nonviolence, The Transforming Power
It’s difficult watching and listening to the news lately. 554 more words
I finally heard it.
The exact words that describe what happened to me when I was a little girl.
“My spirit got broken.”
When I heard someone say those words the other day, a whole new world of pain opened up for me when I realized that it was exactly it, the perfect description to what started my journey into darkness. 373 more words
Chapter 8, part 1 “The Nature of the Bull Market in Decline” (How a Nomad Follows Her Heart) is an oracle tile from the WildCard Deck of the… 57 more words
I feel safer hiding in the shadows, speaking in soft whispers and treading my footsteps lightly so as not to disturb…
At times I’ve felt that it’s a form of kindness – me not wanting to shake up things around me in case I end up disrupting, disrespecting or hurting anyone. 863 more words