The irony has a metallic taste, and it can make us feel as if we are being pitted against ourselves. Blame, shame, game; what’s your name? In a world obsessed with definitions and titles and appearances, who are we? Who are we when no one’s watching?
About Mary Rose
Mary Rose is a 43 year old philosopher, martial artist and freelance writer. Born in Ottawa, Ontario, she hails from all over Eastern Canada but currently resides in Victoria, BC.
Mary considers herself an introvert, but is not shy in her presentation of Authentic Self. She has an affinity for nature, animals, words, mathematics, interesting conversations and learning.
Mary has a degree in philosophy from the University of Victoria, and spends her non-work time in practice of all that serves to enhance her fitness, creativity, imagination and best outcomes.
Breaking Silence: Part 6.02
We have the ability to shift from the fearful and unpredictable sense that we are playing A navigator in an overwhelming, infinite realm of possibilities, where feeling ‘spun’ is par for the course, to a more predictable one, where we are THE navigator in a decisive field of probability …
Breaking Silence: Part 6.01
What shall I choose to offer as harmonious feedback in response to the dissonant MS letters? Let’s see.
Breaking Silence: Part 6.0
Paint a picture of peace in there. Your lovely, private and safe landscape. Derive your vision straight from the imagination. And let it be as beautiful as peace itself.
Breaking Silence: Part 6
That which whispers louder can be more persistent than the things which are ‘already figured out’. And I’ve noticed the uncomfortable ‘mind spin’ tends to seep in at times when we are most vulnerable.
Breaking Silence: Part 5.55
Between the shoulder prime number whisperings of the Devil and God, between the monster fear multiplier and it’s palindrome C.O.D (RETSNOM is a brilliant puzzle game that will have you thinking hard about what to do next), is you …
Breaking Silence: Part 5
She is not me as I understand myself to be. She is me as I have yet to understand myself to be. She is motivated to move me through myself, and for no other reason does she speak.
Breaking Silence: Part 4
She is not me as I understand myself to be. She is me as I have yet to understand myself to be. She is motivated to move me through myself, and for no other reason does she speak.
Breaking Silence: Part 3
‘Don’t be fooled by what seems to be. Don’t be blinded by your need to know … do not feed the feeling of envy for the ‘if only ifs’ … if only this, if only that … listen with open eyes and see with open ears to these fractured voices and parts of you. Let your dear breathing vessel be engulfed by the truth.’
Breaking Silence: Part 2
The whispering comes from a place which comes and goes; has come and gone ad infinitum. Within the first memory and within the ‘last’. The whole sequence, played many times over, in order and out of order, changes as often as my perspective and understanding does.
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