Thank you for taking the turns you took, Life. You never let me get complacent; you never let me get stagnant.
The person you honor by sharing your ‘shame storm’ with, must be non- judgmental, to accept you completely with all your imperfections and confusing contradictions. They must give you the space in which you can stand naked without wondering what they might be thinking. They must be someone to whom you can confess your most terrible fears.
Hola people! Here we are again, what? I felt very uneasy last week when I couldn’t post the Sunday Brunch. It was as if I
“Don’t you hate her, the underhand, deceitful back- stabber!” “Don’t talk of her that way! No, I don’t hate her. Why should I?” “Do I
I am a little uptight. The lady I want to introduce to you today is so precious that I am afraid to choose the words
I asked Google for the meaning of the word right– in the sense of doing the right thing. This is what it brought up: Adjective:
Continued from Out of the Blue (I) Today we began by talking of rain. With monsoon just round the corner, we were both behaving like
Anup called today after a long gap today. I don’t even remember how long it had been since we talked last. Our hellos barely over,
WHAT IS, is what is supposed to be, or it would not be. The rest is just you, arguing with life. ~ Neale Donald Walsch
The first reason I write is for Decanting. I need the solace it provides. I need the space it creates within me… by emptying out
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