Deep Thoughts

For two week's I've been pushing off the assignment I gave myself this month: To sit down and write my 'Coming Out story.' - Ya know, Pride Month. With the intention share my experience and celebrate life on the other side of the door. But I've been avoiding it. I've avoided writing in general. I haven't been in the mood to delve within let alone try to collect my thoughts enough to create a concise story. Oh then share it with the world on the internet? It's a lot. So many layers were peeled off of my life this month. Feels like a lot of loss, but I'm trying to see it as a way of budding life experience. So much love fills in the space that is empty after some one exits your life. It's healing. I feel it every day. I'm feeling good. I really am. And it may not be brave like I always want/try to be, but I just don't want to pull up any old carpets in the home that is my soul. At least not right now. Too many layers on the ou

I'm at a point in my spiritual journey where I crave solitude. Intensely.  A type of solitude that takes me out of the city, away from humans and into myself.  As a Buddhist, retreat is something I will practice many times in my life.  But as a youngin' in the practitioners world, I had yet to take that dive. I have two retreats coming up at the end of summer and fall. Real, big girl buddhist retreats.  Typically I would have just booked a weekend at my Gonpa (Tibetan Buddhist Temple), but like I said, I wanted to get out of the city. I wanted to get away and be alone. So I booked a cute little airbnb up in the country past Logan. A little town called Paradise. As I realized that time I had booked months ago was finally here, I was so grateful for my past self and her actions. I could not have chosen a better time to get away. I was up to my eyeballs in stress, heartache, fear, sleepless nights and all the spiritual blockages that come with it. I had a vision in my