I M Perfect lady

September 2010

  • Associating with My Truth

    I have been fighting my body for so long, fighting with the feelings I have inside, tormenting myself as I struggle to not do, what it wants to do.   I fought my body to be close to my parents.… Continue reading

  • Fear Moves Me Away From You…

    My mother and I had lunch at the Pilgrim River yesterday.  Unscheduled, unplanned and unseen.   Five years have passed since I laid eyes upon her and she looks the same, dresses the same, and seemed her old self, not… Continue reading

  • In Peace I Lay Down

    As I lay in a floor pose in yoga today, I became aware of the lump in my chest, and I wondered what they would find at my sonogram today.   My doctor thought that perhaps it is an infected… Continue reading

  • Movement Against Fear Is Empowering

    I awoke from another profound dream and realized that my subconsciousness is healing.   In the dream I am watching/babysitting an elderly couple, both are in bed, but not the same one, each are bickering to each other, clearly at… Continue reading

  • Boundaries are the Key to Healing!

    Putting up boundaries to keep someone out is where I still get a little shaky.  Yet it’s those times when I feel toxic energy seeping in, that I must erect a boundary in place.  It is imperative to my healing.… Continue reading

  • Being Irresponsible With Me.

    My failure to respond for me has led me to live a life that mirrored what others wanted of me, and each time I responded for another I walked away from me.   Being irresponsible for my own self, while… Continue reading

  • “The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

      "It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want… Continue reading

  • Held On So Tightly…

    I awoke at 4:00 am, with my right hand tightly clenched, my arm sore.   A dream flooded my awareness.   I was at a beach, and saw a young girl pour gasoline into the front seat of my car,… Continue reading

  • A Willing Witness

    “…grateful for your willingness to witness our loss” is part of a sentence I read on Facebook tonight, which struck me as odd that there are two kinds of witnesses.   I never thought that there could be willing witnesses… Continue reading

  • Bubble Of Pretend

    I was told yesterday that hypochondria was a disease, that somebody with an imaginary illness, is ill.   I had never considered that just believing in something nonexistent made you sick.   It is a belief in something that isn’t… Continue reading