The Law of Attraction: That like-energy attracts like-energy. That we are in fact, one with the creative energy force of the Universe, therefore we are the creative energy force of the Universe. And we manifest creation into our lives continuously, whether consciously or not. Continue reading
It’s not like I don’t have my doubts. I definitely do. I’m constantly putting my motives under the microscope. Is this just an insatiable need for love and validation? Am I simply trying to fill some unfillable void? Is it attention seeking behaviour? Am I a completely selfish person behaving in a very hurtful way? Am I a (shock horror!) sex and love addict? Is love addiction even really thing? Or is it rather coming from some woundedness of heart? Am I normal or abnormal? Right or wrong?
I first started reading about Polyamory as a relationship style around 10 years ago, and I was deeply challenged by the concept in every way. What struck me the most about it, was how confident within yourself and in your connection with your partner you would have to be, to successfully navigate a polyamorous arrangement. A profound sense of self-awareness PLUS the skills required to communicate it, all the while armed with a bulletproof self-esteem and a sick fascination with emotional pain. What kind of wild roller-coaster ride would this be? It sounded like extreme sports for the heart! I was intrigued.
He asserts his power over those around him through fear. He’s like a dog that bites. I can’t change him, it’s just who he is. And I don’t want to get bit.
He’s out there now, having a deep interaction with the kitchen pantry. But I’ll never side with you against him. These kids have been waking me in the night since before they were born. Anything from this point on is a blessing. And I will never be mad at him for existing too loudly.
For there may come a day when he is no longer here. And I will miss the nocturnal rumblings, and the half-light of the TV screen in the night, and a tired half-boy outstretched across no less than three chairs.
When I was 3 years old I asked “When did I begin?”. Then when I was 5 I wondered “How does a flower know what shape to grow into?”. In my 30’s I questioned “Who are we? What are we? And why are we here?”
Now that I’m 43 I wonder “Do I write music? ….. Or does music write me?”.
I ask, and the Universe answers. That’s how it works. Now I have a blog. You’re welcome.