Category: healing
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metamorphosis
Where and how do I begin to express where/what/how/who I have become. I have journeyed on a long, tedious expedition these last two years. I took a sabbatical from teaching due to suffering from severe burnout and the health effects that come with it. I spent term 2, 3 and part of 4 recovering in…
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how to improve your journey through life? learn!
The endless journey of learning about myself has been littered with so many revelations. Most of them are lightbulb moments of ‘whaaaaaaaat!!!’ whilst others are just like a sucker punch to the gut which both scenarios have left me in a state of flummox. My parents and their generation, most of them anyway, were not…
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how many untruths must i tell?
Numerous times in life I have lacked the courage to articulate what rests heavily within my heart. Instead, I just allow it fester and gnaw its way through my mind, endlessly floating, churning, spinning, morphing into a false narrative that has no capacity to eventuate. The main characters mutate into a villainous shadow wrought with…
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grief
Grief is a heavy weighted blanket, swathed around your shoulders, impeding your movements and tangling your thoughts. It is a dense fog shrouding your vision with variegated shades grey, turning the simple mundane tasks into mindless distant shadowed memories. It flavours your soul with a residue of hollowness, dispelling all breath leaving you inhaling loss…
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critic
Mate. Lemme tell you that lately my inner critic has been so nasty, unsupportive and downright negative. Constantly shovelling verbal abuse down my throat with each waking moment and at times, during the night when I get up to pee. Silent images and thoughts that continue to barrage my subconscious into submission has been exhausting…
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weeds
During my daily walk I have with our beautiful dog Winston, I noticed there are loads of weeds sprouting up from the pavement which seem to create a beautiful tree line the entire length of journey. Each weed cluster seems to vary in height, thickness, species and how close they grow together. Now, I don’t…
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exercise
To me, the word exercise conjures up men jogging in sweat soaked singlets and short shorts; you know the kind with built in undies that don’t quite cover their meat and two veg. It also sparks a memory of Jane Fonda workout videos that were meticulously followed by lycra-clad thighs and a one piece leotard…
the happy cactus 