If there is one thing I have learned about the sense of utter desolation at the end of love, this is it: it is never about that one person. It is rarely even about anyone else. If you feel empty it is not because someone has left you. It is because you have left you.
Tag: healing
Loving yourself is an act of submission
“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” – Audre Lorde Self-realisation is a necessary but lonely path. Sooner or later, it should happen to you, unless your nature is that of a particularly tenacious ostrich. It is not an overnight train to Bruges. It is […]
Standing grounds
Each time you refuse to be treated badly, you stand up for yourself. Each time that happens, your very own piece of earth forms and firms itself beneath your feet. This earth is the soil of the soul. It’s where you honor your agreements and renew your intentions. This ground holds your feet down like […]
Begin again, yet again
It’s Nourooz today. Spring equinox. It heralds new beginnings. Second chances. Hundredth chances. A way to begin again no matter how many times or how badly you’ve screwed up. With all things that begin anew, there is first need to clear space by removing that which no longer serves your purpose. Clear clutter- real and […]
More is less
One would think it was a compliment. To have someone tell you that you were “full”. That you were the personification of excess love, giving, generosity. What could there be wrong with that? I will tell you. There is so much to give because there is such a lack. That is what hit […]
For all things that must end
I am now thinking of what marks finality. I believe sometimes it can be just where you… Well, stop. That should be enough to say ‘it is done with.’ Of course nothing is ever truly done with, not as long as there is memory, and attachment, and possession. We may hold on to […]
Relationship status: getting acquainted with your absence
In this deathly quiet I notice everything. How the air feels and tastes. The hum of silence against my skin. It’s icy warmth. I notice the sounds I hear. Where my stomach is inside my body and unease it nudges at me. I notice of the way the blood moves underneath my skin. I am […]
Five deep breaths
Breathe in: I’ve blamed the neighbours. I’ve blamed the security guards. I’ve blamed the architecture, the car, the general lackadaisical emotional nature of human beings who believe they owe each other nothing and are entitled to everything. And at the bottom of the well there is one inescapable truth: it doesn’t matter what is […]
