santidevi

I bought a one-way ticket to Dublin last summer, consciously disempowering my penniless pocket. In the world of the sane, that was not. I do not excel at defining what is possible by rational. Limitations have always seemed illusory to me. I have been admonished my entire existence by people who [...]

I begin to find my feet.  Nothing feels entirely familiar at the moment.  I was internal for so long that engaging in the world seems utterly foreign.  It is as though I am here for the first time. The solitude and silence that characterized the duration of my fast, has lent a simplicity [...]

Every Moment Grace
 
I write this post with a certain apprehension.  You see this is the third time that I have written “Every Moment Grace.” The prior two entries written on consecutive days were mistakenly erased.  Ironic.  As the words vanished before my eyes I was confident that I would be able to retrieve them.  Alas, [...]

 
   
The difference between fiction and truth is that fiction makes sense. Truth is never what you expect it to be. It is not conceptually derived.
 
One of my teachers wisely cautioned me not to judge where the truth comes from. Anyone can awaken you. The teacher can appear at anytime in any guise. Most likely [...]