There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Wednesday, October 3


You know, there is a place for us all in this world. Mine seems to be in helping others find a bridge to the next permanent plateau, good or bad. The visions I have in my head about myself when i meditate are of a woman that holds a chrysalis, and releases a butterfly. Almost like a landing pad. I am the bridge, the segue, the conduit by which so many people find their next level. I am very very comfortable with that, and LOVE my work. I miss those friends when they move on, but life is how it should be on a daily basis.

Most people reading this will say, how self centered is she? Bite me. I hate all of you. Collectively. I do this because its my destination, my designation, my inspiration. The opinion you take of me has nothing to do with who I am. AND its validity rests in your own environmental education, and whatever dysfunction lies there.

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