writer. traveller. life unraveller.
The unconscious mind is quiet and murky. It hides things until we’re forced to find them, like a riptide, deceptively calm with nothing too frightening detectable on the surface. Every so often, it offers us a peek at bits and pieces of ourselves—the fragmented and forgotten things we’d rather ignore, like the contents of a... Continue Reading →
Years ago, when high up in the Himalayan mountains during a spiritual yoga retreat, I adopted a behaviour as a strategy for surviving marital separation. It’s called the Laughing Dying Cockroach. One lies flat on her back, kicking her arms and legs in the air while busting a most shameless gut-splitting laugh, using her anger,... Continue Reading →
colleen thornton 