Four.

My father can be both a hero, and a villian. In the same breath as he takes so much joy from winding me up to the degree of screeching hyena, he also would go to great lengths to ensure that I am safe. He loves to remind me of my many flawed traits, while he quietly appreciates my positive aspects. The child he once perceived me to be, can now stand before him as a grown woman. No longer simply a daughter, but a wife and a mother. For many years, I assumed the lack of outward expression of pride … Continue reading Four.

Dreaming.

Close your eyes, ease your mind. Take a trip through your subconscious. The elusive place of suspension and distortion. Look closer, friend, to find more of what lies deeper. Breathe in, breathe out. Creating rhythm. Perfect timing and relaxed flow, becoming one with the source within and without. Focus. Gentle, friendly, calm. Bringing it down, sinking into a broader perspective. All is well, more than can be told. Surrender. Continue reading Dreaming.