If all we truly have is time,
Is the ownership a delusion?
But if time itself is an illusion,
What do we really have...?
Food is Medicine or Poison. I found that I was comfort-eating to numb chronic pain, only to learn that what I was comfort-eating was contributing to the pain…
Inner-child work at play. Observe a scar's perfect imperfection, beauty that comes from pain, rebirth that comes from cellular death.
The first wound is the last wound to heal. I know myself through healing. I was just tryin' to make a cool piece of art but it added up to living the song I wrote. Or is the song I wrote just me living?
The single most radical thing I can do, is reclaim this body of mine and show up everyday in it, fully.
“It's really not my job to do your work for you,
I've got my own, plenty of my own, waiting back at home.
Forgiveness is forgiving yourself, for giving yourself,
To someone, who didn't take the chance, to heal themselves”