In A Nutshell

 " I am sorry that I must take you apart to understand you, but I must understand." There is a totality to who we are, that we are more often than not, unconscious of. There is what we know are absolute and then there are other integrated parts that bind these absolutes together that we don't notice at all. These integrates, thinners is what I imagine them to be, are the things that transform when you are transforming. They transform first and by due, everything else transforms according to them.  When you are slow enough to notice, these integrated parts feel empty. Not because they are empty but because we do not get the chance to define them, they are the openings in the structures of our ego. Our ego is built up by our personal experiences, but it is only a part of our psychological structure.  When we wake up in the morning, there is a moment of absolute silence that we experience, when we do not associate anything to reality or to our identity, our consciousness not...

Dear Hope, You were a room inside of me that I never dared to walk into willingly. I am surprised every time at how much life has persisted without my attention, on the few occasions I've found myself here. On those occasions, I have had to strong arm my way out, because I know all too often how time passes here. Time doesn't exist in your room. Seconds, minutes, hours, months, and then years and then a decade- I have seen them all pass by without so much as a speck of dust on your glimmering and shimmering. What fueled you? What has fed you and kept you this long? Why? A part of me wants to walk into this room one day and find it dilapidated, in ruins- perhaps then, I won't be so vulnerable here. But a larger part of me knows that this room is the source of all the joys of my life, so while I never walked in willingly, I always knew every now and then that I might find myself right back here.  I do not know how to lock you up. I am not the kind of person who keeps a house ...