You don’t have to do it alone

Walking through the dark

basement with all those closed

doors is not something

you have to do on your own.

Yes, you are the one

who has to open the doors

and confront whatever

is lurking inside.

But it is perfectly okay

to have someone walking

next to you, holding your hand

and carrying the flashlight.

Self-Love

The way your parents loved you is the way you learn to love yourself. A part of growing up is learning to take care of yourself like your parents took care of you when you were little. Unfortunately not everyone was cared for and loved they way they needed to, and this is often reflected in the way they later take care of and love themselves.

The Darling buds of May

May has been, to be honest, quite a challenging month. A mad world has gone madder, and what we all thought was just a turbulent phase in our history seems to really have turned into the dreaded “New Normal”, where fear, avoidance and suspicion dictate much of our daily behavior towards each other.

It has me worried. Worried about what this will mean for our individual mental health and our world view as well as the collective human psyche. I am worried about how this will reflect in our political decisions and international relations.

But no matter how worried I am, the world goes on, life goes on, following its natural course, and May is the month of blossoming of new life, brighter colors and warmer days (at least in the part of the world where I live).

It is a comfort to see the beauty in new buds and in the greening of leaves and birds returning happily from their winter vacation. It feels so normal. Not “New Normal”, just normal. And that is what I need now.

To see and to feel and to experience life the way I’m used to, the way I know and that makes me feel safe, secure and hopeful. And that is why I am dedicating this post to: “The Darling Buds of May”.

As an Empath

As an Empath I can merge

with any life form,

becoming life itself manifested

in flight, gills, earthlings and heart.

I lose my grip on my individuality and

float on your humming strings,

expand on your wings and dive

into your dark.

I even get lost in conflicting

tones unable to decipher your cadence

from my own.

That is why I need my art.

Art becomes: another you, another life,

my own heart, gills, wings.

I merge with the life form we call

the soul. My soul.

I drown in this depth only to re-emerge

on another surface having become myself

fully, wholly, holy, fulfillingly

myself.

Confidence

Defensiveness is NOT confidence.

Having the last word is NOT confidence.

Raising your voice louder than is NOT confidence.

Standing tall is NOT standing above.

True confidence is the soul’s immune system,

Knowing who you are independent of

other people’s opinions.

Knowing who you are and

calmly being yourself without needing

to prove or affirm yourself.

True confidence is meeting people

with empathy detached from your own ego,

seeing the soul behind the words expressed.

When you are truly confident you never question

your worth or your ability to love

and be loved in return.

When you are truly confident you never question

other people’s worth or their ability to love

and be loved in return.

When you are truly confident there is no need

to stand up for yourself because

you already are standing.