When the Divine Calls

When the Divine Calls

When the divine calls As I was brushing my teeth one night, I was reminded of the contract I made with the divine. I had forgotten. When my husband was ill we didn’t know what the outcomes would be of having non-Hodgkins lymphoma and my heart was blasted wide open in...
Self-Enquiry

Self-Enquiry

What if being busy isn’t there to mask up just the old feelings of ‘not good enough’?
What if the busy-ness also masks up the fear that you might be fucking GREAT. BRILLIANT. MAGNIFICENT.

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