Destroyers, keepers Kingdoms fall We provide the tithe Until we crawl To cracks and crevasses Deep and down ‘til brighter times We suffer and drown We assign and think All things must collude When on our knees We should heed solitude To wake from mirrors Both past and present But we stay and lay And …
Whose stories are you telling? And why? Self-inquiry is so much more important now than I ever could have imagined. I take it so dead-seriously these days that I catch myself off guard. I used to hear the term ‘journaling’ and scoff a little bit. Mostly because I didn’t have the time to do it …
Uncertain and quiet, I still just don’t know. Lately I feel like I have no authority to be espousing my opinion on the internet, to post blogs, or even to write privately because I feel contaminated. A deep-seated feeling of perpetuating something that’s not genuine. Of creating something that’s not bore of myself but merely …
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, …
Self-expression. Is there any arena, stage or circumstance where self-expression is not wanted? Where it’s a bad thing? I think the generations that have preceded us might have given a different answer than we would today. And if there are situations where self-expression is unwanted, we are slowly ushering them out – asking ourselves why, …
The biblical story of Adam and Eve has always troubled me. It is a story, a teaching, with many pieces that have always felt incongruous in my heart. Maybe I am wasting my time, but lately I have been trying to reconcile myself with it after realizing that there might be some intellectual and psychological …
I've finally come out the other side of a week-long flu purgatory with my husband and daughter, and things are getting normal again. Last Wednesday - my first day back at work after being stuck at home in a fever-haze for almost five days - I couldn't find my shoes. I looked everywhere. I didn't …
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 …
Amie Zor 