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bjukuri

  • A pocket of Unreality.

    What I think I have been doing in an odd way is by only looking at the criminal, I spared my ‘dad’. By focusing so much on the criminal aspects, I negated joining them with my father. I left the… Continue reading

  • Die in peace.

    A horrifying thought flittered across my mind, “ I need to write a letter to my father,” and it is like a thorn that won’t leave me alone, a bug, a thought I can’t swipe away, or flick back to… Continue reading

  • Hand and Hand.

    All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France Somehow I missed the melancholy of… Continue reading

  • In My Mother’s Eyes

    Being in this moment of time and healing my childhood wounds requires me to make changes now what I was incapable of doing back then. It is like living in two places at once, or being a grown woman and… Continue reading

  • Healing Won.

    I dropped the letter in the outgoing mail; it sat in the box for a few hours, with me working nearby. Every now and then, I wondered if I should take it back; pull it out and retreat back to… Continue reading

  • I found my soul.

    “Pen to the page to find and create sanctuary and asylum for soul. “ Margot Van Sluytman My blog is an asylum for my soul, a sanctuary for a confused mind, a place where I feel free to dialogue and… Continue reading

  • “Lights on but nobody’s home!”

    As I caught sight of me in my rearview mirror I chuckled, I had left home quickly for I was in the middle of making soup and found I was one ingredient short, it was too late to stop the… Continue reading

  • Birthing the New Me.

    “How often in life we complete a task that was beyond the capability of the person we were when we started it.” ~Robert Brault This paragraph sums up how it is that I began my journey to find myself, in… Continue reading

  • A safe place for Me.

    The sentiments, feelings, expressions, emotions of this blog may appear childlike and perhaps unbecoming of a big lady like me, but what I have just realized, is that the healing I am doing isn’t about a big lady, rather that… Continue reading

  • The Life of Me

    About 5 years ago my daughter received in the mail a manila envelope from my mother, inside were pictures of me. Baby pictures, school pictures, snapshots of me alone and me with siblings, even my high school graduation picture, all… Continue reading