Sometimes our deepest wounds become others' healing. Created in 12 days of raw truth-telling, this intimate manuscript shows what's possible when we stop waiting to be "healed enough" to share our medicine.
Bravo, dear Oriya. Love to you and Karri and Hanu and the lovely boy I’ve never met. George, still swimming through this beautiful ocean of life. Mom-less, Dad-less, Markus-less, even my beloved singing teacher recently passed away. And so it goes.
I watched Donald Trump’s inspiring speech to Congress last night. He is certainly in action. And America is still beautiful. New York is still a safe haven, though so many of its liberal elite snark and snarl. We all worry about the Semites. All the Semites in the middle East. If you pray, why worry. If you worry, why pray. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Praying for all of us.
I love how your heart’s dream had been there all along - guiding you deeper and deeper, closer and closer to your true medicine and mastery in the humblest of ways. It reminds me of my own journey… the dream is always the same but our interpretation of it matures over time. I love your journey! Keep it up. Put it down. Pick it up again! Yalla. You’re doing it. For all of us. Muse of creation.
Bravo, dear Oriya. Love to you and Karri and Hanu and the lovely boy I’ve never met. George, still swimming through this beautiful ocean of life. Mom-less, Dad-less, Markus-less, even my beloved singing teacher recently passed away. And so it goes.
I watched Donald Trump’s inspiring speech to Congress last night. He is certainly in action. And America is still beautiful. New York is still a safe haven, though so many of its liberal elite snark and snarl. We all worry about the Semites. All the Semites in the middle East. If you pray, why worry. If you worry, why pray. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Praying for all of us.
Beautiful. We must journey together again my friend.
I love how your heart’s dream had been there all along - guiding you deeper and deeper, closer and closer to your true medicine and mastery in the humblest of ways. It reminds me of my own journey… the dream is always the same but our interpretation of it matures over time. I love your journey! Keep it up. Put it down. Pick it up again! Yalla. You’re doing it. For all of us. Muse of creation.