Slowly but suddenly, I felt a part of me breaking away, breaking free of the tendons that held it in place, and separating itself from my body. Not completely; it was still attached but, in a beautiful way, it was also free.

A part of me-a single, brave part of me-was blooming. My first petal unfolding.

I panicked.

“What are you doing?” I cried out. “Can’t you see where we are? Can’t you feel the dryness of the desert? The hopelessness of this unending wilderness?”

But it kept blooming.

This little piece of faith untangled itself from my doubt and started growing, becoming. 

Sure, I was afraid…but I had to learn that there is no fear in Love; I had to learn that the blooming takes place in the desert, not after it.


The art of letting go…

How do you deal with pain?

Well, you cry it out. You speak it, you shout it or you whisper it. You do what you can to take it out of your bones.

You let go.

Then, you forgive.

And you’ll repeat, everyday from then on: “it’s going, it’s going, it’s going”. And one day it will be. Gone. Forever! 

It might take a day or a month or a year; but it will be gone!

Vulnerability-a poem 


I’m showing skin 

That can be wounded,

Veins that can be drained 

Of blood.

I’m shedding tears 

That can be seen,

Insecurities that can be 


I’m barring bruises 

That are still hurting,

Wounds that can be 



I’m sharing thoughts 

That can be frightening,

Dreams that can be


I’m sharing hopes

I don’t believe in,

 Sometimes Faith I do not 


I speak of fears

That have invaded

Anxieties that make me



This is what I give you

When I bare all that I am.

I’m vulnerable,

Not fragile! 

But through his grace

By faith 

I stand.

This side of my skin

This side of my skin 

Is where I begin

And it’s porcelain glow 

Reflects my own soul 

This side of my skin

The same I’ve been in

For far too long

To believe I don’t belong

This side of my skin

Fears have moved in

Full of faces of ghosts 

Which I once was 

This side of my skin

That’s hidden within

I’ll bury it deep 

And just let it sleep

This side of my skin

Is only a dream

With the dawn it will go

And I will be whole 

This side of my skin

Is only where I begin 

But in time I will grow

Let this dead skin go…