Sunday, May 12, 2013

My Mother Is: The Stories We Tell Ourselves and the Divine Dreams that Change Them



“My grandfather used to tell me that life was a dream. He also said that when people finally realized this, the dream could be changed, and then humanity would change.” ~ Don Miguel Ruiz


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My mom left me when I was four.

At least that’s the story I told myself most of my life. It was the story that I had been told and it was the story I identified with, whether it was true or not.

The last memories I have of being close to my mom are from when I was four. And those are the pictures of us together, before the rift that I have cherished.


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