You’re knocking down the walls of my heart. And I am scared shitless.I howl like an animal in the face of the possibility of letting someone close, real close, too close. What if you don’t like what you see?What if you walk away like the others?but even worse, what if you stay and dare to lovemewith all my…
Lưu trữ danh mục: Writing
In every heart, there is a secret window that opens to the sweet mystery of Life. Come, beloved, knock on my window so I can swing it wide open to feel your presence. Your breath so fresh, so reviving, so seducing is your fragrance that all my flowerswant to open and surrender fully. Kiss me on my forehead,…
Our lives are full of stories; in fact we are the culmination of the stories we believe in and live by. Story is the way we make meaning of being a conscious dust speck in an ever-expanding space. Stories are anchors and stepping-stones as we make our own path in an ocean of infinite possibilities……
Our elders – even though elderhood does refer to a certain wisdom that arrives with age, this status is not limited to age and not all people with old age are elders – are precious lifelines to our development and wellbeing, even sanity. When you look at the modern society, it is unfortunate to see…
Welcome December! My most favorite time of the year is approaching: winter solstice. We don’t have Santa or Christmas markets here in Turkey but the magic penetrates the field regardless. And the winter is here finally and firewood stove is on! Long, dark nights to contemplate, to dream, to deeply listen to the voice of the our souls…
In the desert In the desertI saw a creature, naked, bestial,Who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it. I said: “Is it good, friend?”“It is bitter-bitter,” he answered;“But I like it Because it is bitter,And because it is my heart.” – Stephen Crane There is something so brutal, yet something so…
This August heat. August 2016. Ever since I returned from the magic and coolness of my nordic pilgrimage, to the ‘heat’ of my homeland – a heat that permeates everything: rocks, waters, buildings, politics, food, minds, bodies, souls…- I am sitting in a pile of disorientation, sense of loss and exhaustion. My body is resisting the heat,…
life is movement and with movement comes change. the only constant, consistent, inevitable symphony of life. we do not make change happen, change is the very nature of life in motion even when it appears to be profoundly still. change happens, change wants to happen and will happen.and we either allow it, flow with it,…
Hope is irrelevant. So is despair. Grief is real and necessary, especially in troubled times… Whether it’s Trump or Erdogan triggering deep wounds, one needs the equanimity and willingness to be with the world as it is right now. Only uninitiated adolescents curse and try to manipulate what is when it doesn’t suit them. What does…
I saw that shore across Reine as the sun was shining on the dancing mountains and I said to myself “that’s where I need to go”.So, the next morning me and my luggage hopped on a tiny ferry with other eager tourists under the pouring rain to get to the other side of the fjord….