Imposter Syndrome & the Identification of the ‘Self’

Imposter syndrome. What is it that I think I’m trying to be anyway? This sentiment has been feeling me lately. Music, writing, school, Reiki -the idea that I am embodying something that I am not, and will eventually be revealed as a fraud. I think that what this comes down to is a question of…

Flowing in and out of Being

I’ve already been back for 60 days. But every moment feels like forever flying by The flux of feelings, decades As if this life I am living is flowing into infinity. Phases of light and dark Love and anger Push and pull Amongst the moments unexpected and the ones predicted. Things stay the same But…

You Take it All with You

Since my return from South America, events have played out differently than I had originally expected. About a week before I arrived back home – I was in a state of blissful dread. The bliss was because of the freedom I felt in the present moment of the time, traveling, wandering, flowing with what felt…

The Hills have Lives – Communicating with Nature.

This post is going to be a bit different from the others. Words may go through one eyeball and out into the ether, because many of you may not know what on Earth I am speaking of. But this is for those who will. The solo portion of my trip began about a week ago….

Crossing the Borders of Love

It’s been interesting spending time in new places with new people. Exploring new scapes, both external and internal. Discovering the things that I like, the things I dislike. It’s a big world. There are so many different flavors of experience mixing together differently, creating unique recipes. What is in one dish isn’t always in the…

Observing Resistance

It was a subtle feeling for me last night. Momentary inertia amongst ideas that were different from mine. But of course, when someone else has a suggestion on what is best for you, that is different from what you think is best for yourself, a sensation of resistance is expected. So I decided to explore…

The past 72 hours.

Words cannot fully describe how much I have learned. Words have much power, but the English language is finite. It’s unable explain the intangible amount of potential that resides within and without us. We live our lives, sheltered by limited expectations and ideologies instilled by our societal, material world, when really, the potential within us is…