This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being.
I hope that I capture something in my work that is about the elusive, the magical and powerful and the transformative. The writing in itself is transformative for me.
Life luscious wet life bereft of death, loss of empty shell minus absent of nothing exploding star cell amoeba sweet algae oxygen, hydrogen flowering in the vacuum ofspace and magnetic motion.
Leila dreamt that her Soul was on fire. It was not a nightmare. Shannon was in the dream. Shannon was telling her to wake up. She woke up, burning as if she had a fever, nearly soaking wet with sweat. Kevin was asleep beside her.
She held herself until the sobs of the child inside subsided entirely. I love you, she told herself. It will all be okay.
When do we get to the part where I get inspired by this wonder boy and my seriously bitchy attitude toward men is miraculously healed?
I write because I am a writer, not because I want to get anything out of it.
It hadn’t ever been on the table. Commitment had never been an option. There was never any love.
Oh, my god. My non-committal boyfriend, who I was just fucking this morning, that I want to spend the rest of my life with, is your Mr. Wonderful. He’s your ‘nice,’ mystery man. Jesus.
Writing isn’t difficult. Writing well is difficult. What is most difficult is being with the interior experience that manifests as resistance to writing.
Samantha reminds me of the difference between what is illusion and what is real. I am reminded whenever I forget that we choose our truth and whether to embrace it or not.