In your darkest hour.
When hope is illusive and dreams unreachable. When your window to the world is tear smeared and everything you do ends in vein.
Pull down the shutter. Shut out the world.
Rest with your internal rhythm. Be with your pain. Ride your wave of consciousness and be present . . .
Today I am practicing,
Living in the in-between takes a lot of patience. But there is no such thing as "happily ever after" without some trial and tribulation. Therefore I'm learning to embrace these moments, capture and live them fully. Because soon they will be gone.
I wonder, as . . .
The resistance inside...
I have always felt like the black sheep.
Born to a Moroccan father, raised in a Caucasian family, insanely shy as a child, yet passionately loud when intervening family fights. I could never quite figure out who I was, or who I was meant to be.
But over time I've come to realize that to a certain extent, we are all . . .
The strength of a mother
I am someone that has always questioned life, my existence, and why I'm here.
Maybe it's because I never knew my biological father, that I was a 60's baby born out of wedlock and that my mother's decision to keep me was made final by the universe. That I withstood her anguish and desperate actions. But that I . . .