Category Archives: Transition

Testing Self-Worth

Posted on February 7, 2012 by

I guess my transition is a practice: A practice in rebuilding my sense of self-worth despite all the self-doubts that have accumulated over the years. It’s hard work. And i seem to keep at it or else the voices, the … Continue reading →

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Is this Paradise?

Posted on February 5, 2012 by

Lushes valley Deep down in the canyon Green bed of paradise So far down! Treacherous bridge Barely holding me up As i step into my power Junge Rachel wants me to go slow Don’t run across the bridge You might … Continue reading →

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My Mind is On My Mind

Posted on January 29, 2012 by

Not sure if it is my regular practice of writing morning pages, all the inner work i’ve been doing, or my general increased self-awareness, whatever it is, i have been noticing some interesting tendencies in my mind. It seems bend … Continue reading →

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Emotional Freedom

Posted on December 28, 2011 by

For 2012, my intention is to explore the question: Is emotional freedom from cultural conditioning possible? My plan is to investigate this not only theoretically. I want to really push up against my own edges and boundaries and see what … Continue reading →

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Scared Inside

Posted on November 29, 2011 by

So the adventure begins. And it hasn’t even really started yet. I am just thinking about it. Okay, and i am doing some research and planning. What adventure, you ask? The adventure that i now call community pilgrimage. I am … Continue reading →

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Undermining myself

Posted on November 15, 2011 by

I had trouble getting out of bed this morning. Yes, there was a part of me who simply enjoyed luxuriating in the softness and warmth of the bed – getting my need for touch met. I knew the surrounding sense … Continue reading →

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