My Life In Space Time

My Life in Space Time

Peace Inside = Peace Outside

This used to be my blog along with all my essays and poetry. I’m a proponent of self-awareness, so I journal about my issues, my goals, and my process. Maybe some of my thoughts are similar to yours. I’m now keeping this kind of journal on my Facebook page, so visit there for more recent stuff.

My Tribe – Dear Acrobat

While looking through my old journals, I came across this letter I wrote to Acrobat, one of the members of my Tribe. It was around Christmas 2018, when I was just finishing up the harsh chemo. (There were still 8 months of biologicals to go.) Looking back on it, I am pleased that the changes…

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My Tribe – Witch

She sent the black tree frog to sit in front of me. Like a miniature black hole, he absorbed anything negative that the light expelled. At the height of the storm, he glowed the deep electric purple of a blacklight. I could feel him eating all my fear. Then he hopped away.

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My Tribe

It took a variety of personal tools for me to survive the idea of cancer. A cancer diagnosis is difficult to live with because it holds the possibility of your own death up to your face every day, without fail. After the initial shock and the sheer force of emotional will required to process it,…

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Journal on Time & Mindfulness

It’s a commitment I have to make. Mindfulness is a decision about what is important, a specificity of focus that is entirely under my control. One of the few things that responds directly to my will.

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Journal on Healing

I think I try to label this sadness as other things. I call it fear about recurrence or about money. I call it discomfort when I feel I’m not taking care of the site or my body in general. I blame it on my medications or my hormones. I classify it as something old that…

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Journal on Subtle Expansion

This is how allowing benefits me. If I control everything, this unconscious network doesn’t function, or it if does I don’t benefit because I’m not listening for those subtle changes in the harmonic of my being.

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