Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
Feeling tender Heart asking to be witnessed Fear of falling Or fear of flying? Listening but not wanting to Not wanting to but needing to Stay grounded she reminds herself Stay open she reminds herself But the cracks still appear. “You haven’t failed” she quietly whispers to her tender heart. “You are succeeding in more
Yes in many cases this can be completely true. However in some it can be untrue. For example – if I had listened to my GP instead of trusting my gut, my sons cholesteatoma would have grown to who knows what size and potentially worst case caused paralysis because he thought it was just an
Every day I keep living Even though every day I want to die Nobody knows that every day I imagine my own death The peace that I might finally experience Every day I want that peace And every day I think of the pain that I will instill in my loved ones if I die
Love is an action word. A doing word. A verb. This love we have could be authentically described as a magnetic soul interconnection that materialises when two people meet and look into the mirror of their own souls. It’s insightful to see all you have tried to escape reflected back at you in the eyes
Today I am tired. Today I want to cry. And rage. Seeing that some people value their lives and health at the cost of a doughnut, a beer, $300. To see the utter vitriol being spewed forth by some breaks my heart. I want to go back into my shell and sleep forever and never
When my hubby first started showing interest in me I thought he was crazy. I thought I was too fat for him. Why would he want a fat brunette when he has a skinny blonde hanging around. And I know so many women have had similar thoughts to this in relation to similar things in
I’ve seen all the creams and surgeries and tips on getting rid of my stretch marks. And yes I have tried many of them myself. I’ve now also spent a long time loving my stretch marks and the way they sit on my body. I love the dimples, I love the colours, I love what
“Argh that’s enough” I exclaimed as I held my hands up in the stop symbol. I stood there in the middle of the room not saying a word after that. There had been yelling, blaming, retaliating happening. But as I stood there in my quiet power the anger dissipated. Most people in my presence will
I’ve done a lot of ‘work’ on my traumas and self healing. And yet still I find myself choosing to be alone. To process alone. Not reaching out to those I love and trust even though I know they would be there for me. Still putting others needs before my own and not speaking up
In Cairns I had the most crazy and insane thing happen… And it’s actually quite funny and so me when I think about it. One night I had the most weird dream. Those of you following for a while will know how weird my dreams can get 😂 So much happened but the part I’m
Into this world I landed Purging and crying out any dregs of pain Onto the grass I lay I cried tears into pachamamas arms Stood in my warrior body I let loose all that I had held in Ready to be reborn For my soul to shine Free from the burdens of lives past Free
Today I fell into the cracks. Or should I say the gulley of social media and plastic surgery. Yes it was another one of those days. I found myself scrolling through hourglass figures and noticed my mind going into the I am not enoughness and my body isn’t enough as she is. The more I
