The man I loved more than life, has left me. He’s now the future father of another woman’s unborn child. With his ridiculous infidelity, he stole my dream. Belittled by his betrayal I turn to my demon.
According to the recent report by Amnesty International, some of the world’s most powerful companies in the food and household industry are selling products tainted by a wide range of human rights abuses in palm oil plantations in Indonesia.
Betrayal by those in our pack carves bloody chasms into our very identity. Betrayal changes the conditions of our relational world so completely and irrevocably that we ourselves have no choice but to become someone new.
May you claim your own soulfully softened identity, and may you demand to be called by the names you have given yourself. Tell the world who you are, and those who are worthy of your company will believe you.
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She would rather not be told what she should or shouldn’t do. Her ears can’t translate the hate-speak of today. Her’s is a language of the wind in the trees, the babbling brooks, the rushing rivers, a crackling fire, and the calling of the Raven.
So I built a really big shield. A shield of shy. A shield of aloof. A shield of not speaking my feelings, my words, my truth. Because the things I saw and felt and heard were were not what a young girl was meant to think and feel and hear.
On that day I stood tall, at the foot of my death bed, metaphysically. Knowing that to start anew I’d have to crawl, and this transformation was aphoristically. The past has faded. The future doesn’t exist. Time is illusorily jaded.