She glares through the night and her whispers begin to drift... When you sleep I miss you When you're gone I miss you Again she whispers... Realizing her defeat, her exhaustion Strange to see how long my soul's been searching But now I've met my match Although it's good, although it's great The taunting pattern will not fail her What's the catch? The thief! he glares back at her Gnarls and speaks so swiftly... You see the beauty here, but it's not yours Your heart but still c
I know what you would like to say... please resist the urge. My decisions are my own. I am entirely aware of the consequences. Even if I weren't, would it not be my cross to bear? Am I not the decider of my own fate? Perhaps not, but neither are you. Leave me to my destiny; I'll leave you to yours.
If we were to rewind the clock back to 2006 and focus our sights to a small house on Long Island, we’d see a little girl sitting on her bed. She’s wearing her soccer uniform, complete with pungent shin-guards and cleats caked in dirt. In fact, the girl herself is caked in dirt. Her knees are scratched and covered in dried blood. This sight isn’t unusual, in fact, it’s a very common state for this girl to be in. What is unusual, though, is the magazine that lays open on those
The ever illusive Rainbow Bridge: that which is meant to carry us on to the Great Beyond... or something. Some call it Heaven; the Norsemen called it Valhalla; even more call it Nirvana, sweet relief after laborious, continuous Samsara. But what exactly is this path? Life, death, both? Finding a reason? No reason at all? Why are we so tormented with questions?
Just behind our navel region burns a ball of yellow, firey energy. Our third chakra, which we call the Solar Plexus, or Manipura in Sanskrit, harbors our will, self-confidence, personal power, digestion in the body and discipline. This chakra is ruled by fire and is all about sense of the Self. When we meditate, workout, bathe or even go for a nice walk, we are feeding our third chakra. When we give ourselves love and withdraw from responsibility for the time being, that is t
When you feel like a star that has lost its shine You need not worry Your heart will tuck your star safely away Then one day when you feel stronger Your heart will reacquaint you with your star You will see that it never stopped shining brightly It was there all along sending you specks of star dust For all that glitters, shimmers and shines Is stronger than any darkness About the author: Rosi Pineiro is a healer, children’s author and poet. Her poetry regularly appears in pu
The patron sought her stacks and access point. Ask-a-libarian about bindery and holds. The librarian's depositary is on reserve with recall notices circulating. Authentication of keywords finds plagiarism annotated, cross referenced, volumes unabridged. Her call number archived.
Usually I wake up in a mess. In the summer, it's even messier. This summer is strange though. It's not super hot yet and it's already June. I can feel the heat slowly creeping it's way into the city. I see people in shorts and tank tops. I see people eating frozen yogurt and kids running around with ice cream dripping on their legs and bare feet. The dog walkers are coming out at noon, people are getting invites to rooftop parties, kids and parents are eating frozen yogurt ou
Somewhere along the line someone shared a tactic with me that can stop the brain from going around in anxiety ridden circles. I have no idea who it was, but shoutout to them anyway. It's simply pausing the worried mind chatter and asking "and then what?" And then continuing to ask the question again and again until what you're worrying about seems a little less worrisome. Often when we're worried about something it's because we feel powerless. We don't know what's going to ha