Be Inspired by Miss Stone

 I sunk.  I sunk into a dark abyss.  No hope.  No light.  Nothing good in sight.  So I simply shrugged my shoulders, exhaled and allowed myself to be drawn into this darkness. Making no effort to pull myself out. Making no effort to seek light. Making no effort to crawl out . I simply sat. I sat and never wanted to leave. The darkness provided comfort. It was the kind of solace my aching heart sought after. But it was also the kind of solace that could consume you. Leave you wanting... But still I continued to sink. I continued sinking into this abyss. I somehow enjoyed the dark, vacant atmosphere provided by this chasm. And I did not want to leave. I could not leave.  At some point, the comfort enveloped me and the warmth became too much. It was no longer a feeling that was welcome. It smothered me. It choked me. I found myself gasping for air. Clenching onto dear life. Yet, although I seemed to be smothering, I could not move. I sat in the darkness. ...

When you care about someone you want them to stay... isn’t it?  You hold onto things.  You hold onto memories.  You hold onto moments.  You hold on for dear life, for fear that letting go will not only sever ties but sever the cords within you that keep you together.  And it is in these painful moments that we realize sometimes we hold on too tight. Too long.  Relationships are complex.  As we grow up, we may sometimes grow apart. People deal with this in different ways.  Some process it, while others continue with life as though nothing ever happened. Some feel stuck and others allow the bitterness of a love gone by to change them. This change is often not for the better. I often wonder if people actually mean what they say when the love is pure. I say this because when the juice is sour, they tend to forget those words. They forget the sweetness of a love gone by. Instead, they hold onto the bitterness. Their palat...

We often feel entitled. We think when we are wronged, somehow, we are owed something. An apology. Retribution. Pity. Favour by the Universe. Anything. However, if we were to be honest, we really are not owed anything by others or the Universe for that matter. What we do owe to ourselves is healing.  Life happens. And by no means is this said to diminish anyone’s pain or heartache. But the sad reality is this: People will hurt us at some point. And most often, it will be people we least expected it from. This pain will cut deep. And you will weep from a place you never knew existed inside you. This pain will keep you awake at night and torture you in your sleep. But this pain will deserve to be felt.  What I have learned in my lifetime is that we are all capable of inflicting such pain on others. Sometimes we apologize and make amends. Other times we burn our bridges and move on. And in some cases, we feel that we do not owe anyone any explanation for our words or ...

It is tough being a woman. The world tells us we should be gentle and kind and humble and raise children and care for our families. And these are all things we seem to do with ease. Love and nurturance comes naturally to us. This is what society expects of us; what society has expected of us for centuries.  But what happens when a woman wants to be more than this? When we want to be loving and kind and humble but also go fiercely and fearlessly after our dreams that do not include children or running households? What happens when a woman slays dragons and builds empires and that is part of who she wants to be too? Well then we are told we are too controlling, that we are not humble and that we think we have it all. We are criticized for being too much or thinking we are too much.  I've been struggling with this. I've been in situations where people have not explicitly stated it, but insinuated that I should feel bad for everything I have.  I've been told I t...

Unless you have sat with pain, don't think you can walk into my space and try to suck the air out of the room, in the hopes that I will suffocate. It is your own lungs you are damaging. Unless you have been to the centre of your soul and confronted your demons, spoken to them and fought with them, don't think you can try to awaken mine and not expect a full on war. It is your tortured soul that will suffer a loss. Unless you have experienced loss, sat with it, kept it company, asked it to leave so you can heal and be whole, don't try to take things from me and think that it is I who will suffer the loss. I've learned to plant where the rain has washed away. And what I plant always blooms. Unless you have been degraded and broken and torn to shreds, don't try to crush me and think you will not be the one who walks away with broken bones. My bones are not brittle. I have experienced pain. I have confronted it head on. I have talked to pain and asked pain to le...

I have come to accept that I may not be your cup of tea... Instead, I am a strong cup with some milk. You like yours weak. My strength cannot be watered down for your taste. I will remain strong and sweet. And you may not like it that way.   Neither am I your favourite meal. I cannot be served in portions and discarded when you have had enough to eat. I am rich in flavour. I am spicy yet kind to your taste buds, so that the one who may have me, will taste in abundance and even when sated, will continue wanting more of my flavour. But not everyone can eat. I am not your favourite soapie with a story line you are able to predict, that merely provides 30 minutes of entertainment and leaves you wanting more. Waiting for the next instalment. Although you already know what is about to come. I am not here for your entertainment.   People will enter your life and think they know you. And when they realise you are not to be boxed in, or do not taste the way they had though...