moving towards

Written November 28, 2015

I want to move towards honesty

and no longer hide in the shadow of secrecy.

I want to move towards love

and no longer reside in the shadow of bitterness.

I want to move towards light

and no longer linger in the shadows of the dark.

I want to untether my wild, courageous heart.

I want to breathe in ease and breathe out love.

I want to release all that isn't serving my highest purpose and let all be pure light.

I want to resolve any tension in my heart

and allow honesty and love and light 

into every corner and crack and break.

I want all that is unseen to be seen.

I want all that is unspoken to be spoken.

I want all that is unheard to be heard -

from the whispers, to the cries, to the wails.

May they all be given voice.

and may all be released into the ethers.

May all become pure light.

May we all become pure light.

May all be pure light.

So it is.

moving towards is part of a collection of writings that chronicles my inner journey through Southeast Asia.

mending

I've had room to breathe

and vent 

and collect myself.

I am grateful to be able to pick up

the pieces.

By doing so, I am already

mending my heart.

I am full of grace and

gratitude. I am love.

I am love.

I am love.

mending is part of a collection of writings that chronicles my inner journey through Southeast Asia.

breathe

Written early July 2015

I can breathe easier now that I know what lies beneath.

   My soul has always known.

I can feel myself unraveling.

   The gateway to my soul was broken open

and cleansed by the river of my tears.

I feel free and I feel as if I can be me.

I feel as if I am getting stronger. I know I am. I have courage and believe in my strength.

I am powerful.

I am courageous.

I know the power of my soul. 

I am intimate with the power of my heart. 

I feel free and able to breathe.

I am happy. This is the right choice. 

I know that I can and will be in this

place where I can return -

this place of strength.

This place of knowing. 

   My soul has always known.

   I honor Her.

I bow to Her.

I am humbled by her wisdom.

I am renewed by her strength.

I am making the right choice.

I am light.

I am love.

breathe is part of a collection of writings that chronicles my inner journey through Southeast Asia.

soul cry

Written July 2015

My soul

My soul cries.

Listening to my soul cry.

I witness the

   heaving

the breathing

   the gasping for air.

My soul cries

my soul's cry.

I am finally listening

   to my

   soul.

I hear you. I hear the very you that is me. I will miss. 

I will miss this love

I will miss this companionship.

What I will not miss is the imbalance

 The unbalanced way we care for each

other or one another,

the imbalanced ways we care for

our individual souls, our individual

selves

   crying.

It is loose.

   This love,

It is loose

this relationship

we lose

   this relationship

 It is gone.

It has been gone.

I am free.

I am free to follow my soul. I am free to follow the blow of the wind. 

I am free not to crumple up in a 

ball and crumble.

I am free to be strong.

I am free to follow my strong will.

I am free to breathe.

I am safe.

I am free and loose and following this one wild and precious life and I am free to do as I please.

I am free to let this soul go. I am free to let this soul go.

I am free to give him permission to grow.

I am free to give him permission to go.

I am free.

soul cry is part of a collection of writings that chronicles my current travels in Southeast Asia.