Category: Healing
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I walk within the Sacred,mountains rise like ancient cathedrals,streams sing hymns through the stones,and forests lift their green prayers to the sky. Some seek peace in temples built by hands.I find it in the soft wind against my skin,in the deep speech of ravens circling above. No one need explain the Sacred to me,it lives…
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I fought through darkness of terror and pain,and I survived because of love. I rode through the storms like Thunor,and screamed as I gained hard-won wisdom like Woden,as I fought through the blackest halls where shadows whispered lies. It was the love of my wife and sons that saw me through,when I was in darkness…
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I walk among you, old sacred Earth,and you breath ancient stories into my bones.The wind isn’t empty air, it is your voice,whispering truths we humans have forgotten. Even the stones here hum if you listen long enough.The ravens don’t just “call”, they speak!And the desert isn’t empty, it’s full of life and memory. The Earth…
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For so long I drifted in a darkness deeper than any seaDespair stuck to me like a cold chill, whispering that I would never be free.Hope, then a fragile ember, had dimmed to ash,and ancient demons, hungry mouthed and hollow eyed,fed on the marrow of my spirit. Then the mountains called.We came to this high…
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In my early life, I was, like many others, taught that the soul was a single thing, and that it would either be saved or damned forever depending on what I believed. That old teaching still leaves traces in my mind sometimes. It shows up as fear and dread, as a sense that I must…
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This is the most open I’ve ever been in my public writing, so please forgive me if it runs long. I write because it’s the clearest way I know to speak from my inner world. Sometimes the only way I can express what I feel is through poetry. Other times, like now, I need plain…
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The full moon rose last night, bright and beautiful. I stepped outside to see it. The cold air felt good on my skin, and the world was awash in silver. I sometimes forget that the moon moves the tides. And not just the distant oceans, but the tides in me too. I am mostly water,…
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I step outside every night before bed and I see the stars above the mountains. Their light shimmers in the sky watching over all below. I always make time for the moon, as she has comforted me throughout my life. Her soft light is soothing, a gentle reminder of how good it is to be alive. The mountains are still there, though…
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People use different tools to help them heal, and if something truly helps, then it is good. As I’ve written before, getting off alcohol was hard, but getting off benzodiazepines was even harder. The withdrawal hurt me badly and left scars I’m still healing from, but I’m doing better each day. Everyone in my recovery…
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When I was on benzos, and alcohol before that, I lived in anger.I was drowning my mind and my heart in chemicals every day, and it took a heavy toll. Getting off alcohol was difficult, but getting off benzos was far harder.It broke me down, but the healing that followed has been worth every struggle.Now…
Whispering Wyrd 