The Universe Reading Its Own Mind – This is my 500 for 12/20/2017

Not sure where I am goin' with this. All I need to know is that it is up to me. Because it is. I say the direction I head. I think it and it is so. Such a radical concept.. giving me a sense of power that I am not sure I can handle.. it makes it terrifying.. to know that this reality is exactly what we make of it. We create the thoughts in our minds that manifest themselves in physical forms…   our creations are bound to the laws that are created in the space between our ears.…

How I Know That I’m Afraid – This is my 500 for 12/10/2017

I am just so afraid. I know that must be the case right now because I am so full of anger… anger over the silliest little things in my life… and I can let them control my emotions when I let them. It is not worth my time to entertain them and it is hurtful to the people that I love and care about that are around me. I am on this journey alone but there is now the need for me to walk it with you. I just don’t know how to get myself on a track where I…

This is my 500 for 12/4/2017

Tap tap tap… tapping away at the keyboard… pressing away the pain.. pressing forward in my mind, thoughts and fears. I wonder if others care to notice. I wonder if that is what drives me. I think that there is something else.. I recognize that this progress is not sustainable without a feeling that I am contributing towards a greater cause.. something that we are all connected to.. similar to something that presses for the advancement of the fellow that sits alongside us in the bunker. Because we are all in this fight together… we are all at war with…

9 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD FREEWRITE … EVERY DAY

Each day that starts off on the right foot begins with a kiss from Mari and a cup of really good, black coffee from our French Press but it is on the mornings that I find time to free write that my day takes on a new meaning.. thoughts, fears, emotions.. all puked out onto the page for my conscious mind to digest... Often times, it's just more of the same anxious dribble bubbling up to the surface that reminds me what it is that is draining me of my energies.  Writing provides an outlet for all of that excess…