As the sandbags start to clear, my mind springs to life, sliding from here to there, past and present recycling through consciousness, in and out, back and… Read more “Transition …”
One more day, I can feel my heart starting to ache and I haven’t even left yet. A still quietness has arrived and I feel an anxiety… Read more “See you next time …”
It’s very essence fills all my crevasses as it weaves itself into the inner recesses and fills the voids that hold me hostage.
Stepping out of conditioning …
we see the light
the process of surrender …