With my eyes open, sometimes I can't see myself Sometimes all I see are others What they're doing What they're saying Who they're being And I feel lost Even now 29, almost 30 years old. With my eyes open, sometimes I forsake my truth my wonder my soul. I wander down the aisles of another's… Continue reading Taking my sweet ass time
Author: Grace J. Kim
In transit.
Underneath it all
I sat down to meditate in the dark this morning. Before I got settled in, I decided I wanted to sit with and hold my jade elephant, a 4 lb beauty that I had to purchase after I broke it's tusk in the store. Though Mr. Elephant is not my initial choice, it's grown on… Continue reading Underneath it all
Lessons
Last night around 9-10pm, I went to my car to get my green juice bottle to get it ready for the next day, my today. I saw a pair of sweats lying in front of my neighbor's door. I debated whether I should knock on the door and let them know. Lazy me said nah.… Continue reading Lessons
The dead dances
[Taken from today's journal spew] Wowza. Look at that. "19". [after writing today's date] Yeah. It really happened. Really really. Here we are... 2019. Really just a number. Really just a collection of months, weeks, days... And yet it gives us, me meaning. Something to look forward to. Something to enjoy. Or not. The cynical… Continue reading The dead dances
From the desk of your CEO and Captain,
I would like to thank you for being a courageous player in this Game of Life. I know you didn't have to, or you could have been less involved or whatever. But you so daringly jump in, yielding relentlessly to faith, truth, freedom. Your desire to live and live fully is magnificent. You are a gorgeous… Continue reading From the desk of your CEO and Captain,
My Relationship Project
My Relationship Project for my Spiritual Psychology program is my dad. Dear ol' Dad. The two things I committed to doing this month are: placing him and our relationship in the light, essentially praying for him/us and greeting and sending him off each day with a deep hug. I've been forgetting to do the first… Continue reading My Relationship Project
Like a charm
Man, it feels good to have this blank entry in front of me. Also, it's painful. Haha. I sit here wanting to write and the judgments introduce themselves. Really elementary judgments. Like feeling bad that I only write when I feel like it, and where's the craftsmanship in that? The dedication, the devotion to my… Continue reading Like a charm
