“I Am Rooted, But I Flow.” - Virginia Woolf

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‏"وحين تموت خذ معك فأسا لتكسر باب الفردوس إن أردت الدخول فليس لباب الفردوس مفتاح. لا مفتاح ولا بواب، المفتاح الوحيد هو الفأس .. لا تنظر إليّ برعب أيها الراهب الصغير والفقير والطيب. لقد قال الكتاب المقدس الشيء نفسه: إن الرجال العنيفين قد هيمنوا على السماء بالقوة"

Admit to yourself that you want things.

Admit to yourself that you're hungry and then don't settle for less than your fill of life.

“Wild Geese”, by Mary Oliver

The feeling after yoga 🌬️

I have found myself getting things done, things I've been putting off for weeks, for months, for years! I'm taking care of myself in ways I wasn't used to in a long time, I cleaned my room, I moved that big ugly chair in front of the house (been there for a year!), I fixed all my ripped clothes, I cleaned the bathroom, I'm taking my meds, I'm brushing my teeth at least 3 times a day, I decluttered my messy stuff all over the house, washed my favorite backpack. I'm taking care of my skin, I'm running. All the things I hoped I would have eventually done on my own, I could only really do with the help of someone who cares about me. She made me want to be a better man. I don't even dissociate as much anymore, dissociation comes from dysfunctional attachment, when you don't have somebody who looks at you and picks you up and responds to you when you are in distress, so you learn to deal with your misery by shutting yourself down. I'm not shutting myself down! I'm not shutting myself down! I'm opening myself up, just, JUST because of the prospect of love. And the thing about love, is that when it approaches you like a soft kind touch, it makes you realize what you've been missing out on.