Equinox
I’m somehow relieved that I can write again. Writers block is not fun. Creativity waiting on pause. Good thing it did… Another proof of -“There is no such thing as a coincidence…” I recently met a very interesting person and we have nice…
Things to Remember
I haven’t been here in a long time. I haven’t written or pretty much though about anything in particular. A period to reconnect with the souls that are closest to me. The ones that are always by my side… However, something was…
Breaking the Untouchable
“Sorry” is a funny little word. You wait for it thinking that’s what you need and deserve. It’s something that someone owes you for wrong doing. But if it comes. If it ever comes, all it is, is a word…
Ego of a Lost Soul
His soul is damaged and his heart is raw. The ego has taken over. Humanities worst enemy- the ego. It has outgrown him, and he can’t feel what others feel. He has drifted away from compassion. His heart is dark. An empty hole. It has fallen into a deep…
Wicked Game
The heart is a strong organ. It beats. It feels. It’s alive. And when a little part of it flakes, it’s always the same little piece. As it begins to grow new healing cells, it gets scrapped again. Splinters stuck, protruding from the innocent place. The place…
The Root
There it is. Right there. That’s where it comes from. The root of it all. The root of the restlessness. Branches stretching in all directions. Growing, wrapping their thorns tightly into the flesh. Blood drips. Drop after drop, after drop. Red,…
Fragile. Handle with Care
It’s been a bad week. It’s been a very bad week. I’m easily irritated for no reason at all. I’m fighting with something; an untamed beast inside. Think less, pray harder. Useless efforts go to waste. I’ve been so busy, there…
A case of OCD?!
Songs on the radio play with me, rhythmically conducting something. Tuning it out is ineffective. What ever dances it’s way in, happens on its own, without correlating its outcome. Sometimes it’s the words, sometimes it’s the beat, sometimes it’s the instrumental background, sometimes it’s the trigger of some memory. The process is foreign,…
Moments Come and Moments Go
…And it had to rain. For a few minutes it had to show up. It had to say, “Hello.” There wouldn’t be any other way. I find it fascinating. No forecast of rain. Dry spell for weeks. Then, a get together with…
Exercise: Try it!
For this exercise you will need some time, paper, and pen… and open mind… Do not read ahead or it will not be effective. -Relax. Think of a person whom you care about and love. It can be your spouse, child,…
Healing
Sometimes I wanted to scream into the face of my own reflection. Sometimes I wanted to do nothing. Sometimes I wanted to sit and look into far empty spaces. Sometimes I wanted to do everything and make something huge out of my…
Beyond the Obvious
Twenty minutes, thirty minutes, an hour is just not enough. A fight against time. Pressure. It’s a teaser, an introduction to a novel with never ending chapters. It stirs me up. The drive home is long enough to remember a number…