Category: healing
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Healing is physical.
There was a switch in my life this year. I have been trying to pinpoint what it was- when I went from the process of unbecoming the things that weren’t me and no longer suited me, to becoming the person I am meant to be. The world is, at times,…
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I Didn’t Do This
It’s been three years of being on my own, and many more before that where I was living life without a partner, although we were in the same house. It was today that I was driving to work and out of the air, I could see and feel the words…
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A Relationship is not a Hobby
No one can make anyone, anything. I was revisiting this thought the other day, that we can’t use relationships as hobbies, but some people do. That’s why one of the first questions I will ask someone when thinking about going out is “what are your interests” or “what makes you…
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one persons song is another persons scream.
I’ve been calling on my newly found cicada spirit animal guide to put my future plans into perspective. I feel like I have been underground for 17 years and now that I’m coming back to the surface I do have this shell of an old me that I’m shedding because…
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Thomas has a bruised sole, and I might have a bruised soul- so we’re a pair.
My newfound cicada spirit animal journey has got me thinking and breathing new a new perspective into my life. I feel like talking now, and I am no longer concerned if anyone is bothered by the song I sing. Today I watched a video of a girl who was calmly…
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Singing from the Shadows. The Cicada’s Guide to Resilience, Transformation, and Self-Expression.
The author identifies with cicadas as their spirit animal. Cicadas exemplify resilience, enduring years in dormancy before their spectacular emergence, which mirrors life’s transformations, requiring patience and tenacity. Their emergence represents shedding past attachments for a bright future, while their synchronized appearance underscores community strength. Their distinctive chirping heralds self-expression.…
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I am unkept. And I am her.
It occurred to me, and I don’t know why it took until tonight, that I have no keeper. There is no one that is in my home that I answer to, ever. No one to keep me from a full week of cereal for dinner. Not a soul who bothers…
Mitzi’s Happy 