Pieces Of Me

“Take inventory of all of the little fragmented pieces you’ve picked up all over the world, or pieces of yourself you’ve left behind in different spaces. Collecting them back into your body now… “ says the woman in my ear, cooing above binaural beats, influencing my thoughts through headphones. This is part of a guided meditation that I listen to nearly daily. I am re-wiring my brain, rerouting misfiring synapses after years of chaos and trauma. A little movie plays on the dark insides of my eyelids. A flashing montage, scenes of destruction and humiliation. I am trying to remember all such places in an effort to gather every last, little bit, squishing them back together like auric clay, into one, whole, fully formed, woman. All circuits firing perfectly, orchestrated like synchronized swimmers, through the sacred geometric wiring of my being, in order to function at a level of high vibe, calm and peaceful energy. Or something like that.

Below is a running list of places where I have …