self-healing
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As I stepped outside, I could not ignore the view of the sun’s rays as night broke into daylight (KwaZulu-Natal) I am looking for something. I am looking for something that only she can give. I am looking for something that can help bandage my wounds, a little embrace to calm my yearning heart. I…
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Out of pain, doubt and a restlessness that would not let me settle for easy answers, I searched for your existence. I wandered across the earth, trying to understand religions, each with its own language for the divine. In my search, I saw diversity in spiritual enlightenment—many beliefs, all pursuing a higher truth, all trying…
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Picture: Umhlanga Beach, Durban, South Africa. The world stands up, a thunder in the hall, a standing ovation for the part I’ve played. They roar in laughter, answering the call of every joke and every point I’ve made. But I am standing where the shadows lie; behind the heavy black velvet where I watch the…
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If you read my last post, you definitely noticed that the post was authored by Anonymous. Since the last piece, Anonymous has written a few more. I feel its proper to give her a good platform to express herself. I would like to introduce my anonymous writer with a pseudonym. I call her Sasunnach; we…
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A hole. A hole built for me – out of love, out of passion of whatever I meant. A hole built for me, when I never thought it could be a possibility, the builder fully aware of its potential. Voices whispered in awe of the hole, yet it was but a tiny hole, with no…
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She rose to a beautiful day full of life and expectations; to embrace the beauty and trials that lay ahead. She stepped out clothed in dignity. With her offspring beside her, she left the safety of her home into the world; each of them on their own paths. She smiled, talked, learned and taught, oblivious…
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“Caution, doubt, walls up! Her nerves have been eaten by the wounds that keep dripping. She feels but what is it that she is really feeling? Never truly assured and yet it is what she yearns for the most. In the depths of her soul, she knows time would calm the storm; soon the dust…
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Dum Spiro, Spero!I breathe; I live!While I breathe, I hope! Dum Spiro Spero, at a time when breathing is all that matters; breathing is all that makes sense because of the senseless pain that aches my heart, mind and soul. Hoping is as senseless as the pain that persists day after day, week after week,…
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Tossed about by the raging storm. Like a ship afloat the ocean amidst a raging cyclone, capsizing and letting go of all its contents. As the storm persists, broken into pieces by the mighty ocean waves, the ship is swept into the deep where all the debris rests. Hopeless! Like the great wrecked-but-masterly-crafted-ship that once…
Dum spiro, spero 