I am breaking inside; this is part of being human. I belong to the fraternity… sorority… …we break… we rebuild! …we are floored…we rise! I am hurting deeply; this is life. I breathe …living being …incarnate… …we are destroyed…we are recreated! …we dissolve… we reemerge! I am seeking; this is the way. I exist in the force…pushing… channeling… …we disintegrate…we are molded! …we are formless… we are pounded!

There is deep, and immense, power to being intentional. Nothing new to this statement, especially if you have been on a spiritual journey (or hullabaloo) for a while now. I dare say hullabaloo because of how out-there some of these teachings sound. This, I have come to learn, is a…

Crossroads, the paradox of existence glaring at me all over again. There is only one paradox; in the nature there is no such thing as opposites, just a continuum of value. The paradox, hugely presented as the Life-Death scenario. Years going after mysteries of the Universe, I keep coming back…

Pregnancy, the process of creating life- no scratch that, permitting life, is a wonder. My first opened the door for an immense awakening, the deep questioning of what life is all about and why should I even bother at it. Needless to say, as it seems typical, it led to…

It has been a while, with stuff that makes one feel a little over extended happening in life. One of the few emotions I dread but have had to accept is all part of life is this feeling of helplessness. …

Things fall apart. This is a title to a book, telling of a man who lived in Western Africa as the Europeans actively set into colonization. The point where they stopped playing pretend and the fangs came out, yeah. So this man, born into the pre-colonial African way of life…

Energy, oh highly undefinable energy, cannot be destroyed but simply is. It does change form: an ever continuous journey that Man cannot for the price of life itself, tell what the departure was nor the destination. We ourselves have found out that we are part of this journey, as energy…

Summer times … sometimes. Its up and then its down. It happens, these waves and wild rides These waves, we don’t always want to ride. Evetimes… Every time. It shines and then its dark. Its the light that we must shine, This light, we don’t always know how to shine. Daytimes… Other times. It rises for the depths Its shines brighter in the darks Its the Awakening we must reckon, even if we dread it with all our might.

It has been a while since I last wrote. And I don’t know about you all but from time to time, things just seem to be happening all around you. Or maybe this one thing happens, with such deep impact, that everything within you stops for a while. The rest…