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The goal of inner work is wholeness, not perfection. In pursuing perfection we are destined to come up short. Yes, it’s noble to aim for excellence. Yet in striving for perfection we seek only part of the whole, for things to be one way only. Wholeness, on the other hand, includes it all. The ways … More Facing Into Wholeness: a New Year’s Reflection
Sometimes it’s too much The world overwrought with pain. And then there is love.
My body’s fulcrum. Full breasts above. Strong hips below. This belly. Plump, abundant, fleshy. It sometimes shrinks. It mostly grows. Rounded mounds. Soft, pliable. It contains the map to my innards, a log of my journey. It tells my secrets. Showing the world the ways I’ve indulged. Either out of happiness or loneliness, it doesn’t matter. A … More Homage to My Belly, a poem
I’m fine alone She says, wanting to convince herself. She’s right. She has survived. Clawed, climbed, clambered out of depths of anguish Cobbling, crafting, reconstructing a life. Finding firm ground underneath Broken open enough for wisdom to take root For a sturdy backbone to get built. Yet it’s sweeter, gentler, kinder In someone else’s presence. … More Corazón, a poem