Where am I? I whisper into the night. Why am I here, in this place, at this time? I wring my hands and crack my neck and stay worried all the same. Nothing feels grounded, nothing feels right about this place, this ephemera – this ME. The constant swirl of dogma. The constant berating threads from …
“You exist because you are loved.” These words popped into my head after work one day, out of the blue. I remember right where it happened: I was starting the first leg of my pedestrian commute, walking block one out of eight. Headphones on, music loudly playing. And right as I was passing a giant, …
I feel like I’ve been in an incubation period. Insular and isolated. Not by any specific day to day circumstance, but by my own inner need. Some form of metamorphosis. This is, I realize, a very grand term to apply to my own personal growth, and rather presumptuous. But what else emerges after a period …
Sometimes I feel that becoming a parent leaves you with your guts poured out on the floor. All of you, in its messy gloriousness, spread everywhere for the world to see. As it is literally with childbirth, I suppose it is only rational for the rest of you – the inner, emotional you, to follow …
Is Fear the most dangerous thing of all? Does it really serve a good purpose, or is it hiding the true reality? The thing I find myself fearing is fear itself, and what it’s doing to us as a culture, as human beings. What do we do when we live in fear? We shut down. …
I’ve recently been trying to define my belief in God, or map it in some way, but it’s hard to describe. I’ll cut to the chase: I think the subconscious is a direct line to God. I think the subconscious IS God. I don’t think this is a sensational thought. In fact, I thought this …
Dear Daughter, You are almost 2 years old and I'm not sure where the time has gone. And weirdly enough, I am already bracing for the time when I won't see you every day. When you will leave home and live a life that runs parallel to my own, and not still on my track. You …
Beleaguered, he set sail. Flowing down the waterfall of existence. Not sure of what lie ahead but breathtaking scenery, life unfolding in front of him as a petaled flower. The spider weaves and teases his destiny. As its prey is caught in a silky veil, so are we. Stuck in holes and crevasses tight and unyielding. …
Amie Zor 