My thoughts have been cluttered these past few weeks; like an octopus’ tentacles splayed in every direction possible, grasping, attaching, to everything it can find. It is not unlike me to live inside a chaotic mind and I even fancy it at times, as with the madness, comes the satisfaction of doing, of producing,… Continue reading The Sun, The Mountain and Me
Tag: meditation
Nighttime Bedfellows
2:15 It is my witching hour. I don’t even have to look at the clock anymore. I know what time it is. Every night, night after night. The result of a heavy mind. Lately, words like “uncertainty” and “patience” have been part of my daily vocabulary- lots of change pending for me and for my… Continue reading Nighttime Bedfellows
