RAGE – a poem Rage. It burns under my skin. It fills up my throat and threatens to erupt in screams. Rage. It wants me to yell, scream, swear and throw things. Rage. It makes me feel powerful enough that I can breathe flames and roar so the whole world can hear me. Rage. ItContinue reading “RAGE”
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Trusting myself
Sometimes I wonder how I got to be 42 and I’m only now deepening my trust in myself. Other times, I understand exactly how I am at this place. The most important point I’d like to make is that it is a huge accomplishment and blessing that I now trust myself. After a lifetime ofContinue reading “Trusting myself”
Where does my power go?
I am like a thief, carrying around a burgled bag of jewels, only I’m carrying around my power and I’m always scared of being caught holding it. Why would I be scared of owning and holding my power? Isn’t it mine? Doesn’t it belong to me? Despite the fact that I am carrying it around,Continue reading “Where does my power go?”
PhD in Being Me 