Be who you are.
Back in 2018, I started a blog based on the essays in David Whyte’s beautiful book…
Innocent barbs thrown
My immediate reaction to the word alone is visceral. It is a deep ache that comes from feeling invisible. Unseen. Unimportant. Not mattering.
Ambition is a tattered chapter in the story of my life. So many long-forgotten earmarked pages, so many roads never taken.
Regrettably, many pages were violently torn out and tossed away, forgotten like a dream upon waking.
I once gave myself a bloody nose during a screaming match with one of my sisters. I don’t even remember what the hell we were fighting about, but…
As a young child, I remember being told that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.