Sometimes I hear my voice inside me and it’s loud and clear. Other times it’s like there is so much noise from the world that is making it harder to know who I am and where I stand. Today, I went for a walk in the woods and I heard the noise. I felt theContinue reading “Reconnecting to myself”
Category Archives: Being an empath
Breathing in and actually letting it out
Today feels like the kind of day where I need to remember to breathe in and out. To be with the rhythm of my breath, to breathe in, feel everything that is uncomfortable and actually breathe it out. As I have written before, I am learning to be inspired by nature. Over the past fewContinue reading “Breathing in and actually letting it out”
Dissolving
Introduction I wrote Dissolving in 2017, and it helped me understand what I was and still am going through. It describes that unconscious and insatiable hunger that is rampant in the undercurrents of our society. Writing this gave me the idea to be more patient, loving, and accepting of this aspect of myself and humanity.Continue reading “Dissolving”
Different isn’t wrong
It is very easy as a sensitive, empathic person to think that I am doing something wrong. It happens usually when someone does something differently than me. It is very sad that I automatically assume that I am doing something wrong. Thankfully, I have been learning to nurture myself so that I can embrace theContinue reading “Different isn’t wrong”
Being here
Introduction This poem is a follow up to a few of my recent posts (Choosing consciously, and Being while doing) about living more consciously and being aware of my life as I’m living it. This has been one of my goals for several years now and I seem to go through times where this isContinue reading “Being here”
That cynical edge
I wrote this poem in January 2019. I was going through a tough time with my mental and physical health, and there were several other challenges in my personal and professional life. I was learning so much about being an empath and how to thrive despite everything I was feeling. I definitely didn’t feel likeContinue reading “That cynical edge”
PhD in Being Me 