Is Your Glass Half Full Or Half Empty?

Fathomless “It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.” ― Jackson Pearce Those words are from Pearce’s book “Fathomless” that, apparently is the third in a series of science fictions novels. While it is not my preferred genre, the title caught my attention and then the particular line quoted above. As we continue our “A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Word,” series today’s brief conversation and picture focuses on the ideas of being full yet empty. Have you ever experienced that? Full Heart,


Emptying Yourself This Holiday Season

A New Christmas Practice Ten years ago, during my studies for a theological degree at a Catholic university, a very interesting word became a part of my vocabulary. Its meaning was well-known to me – emptying – but the beauty of the word made me pay way more attention. “Kenosis” came to have special meaning for the many years following. To this day it is something that has become a habit, even though there are times that I must admit to resisting. The word, as described by an online source, 


Depression And Emptiness: My Story

Living With Depression I am very open about having depression. I have spoken in seminars, written papers and poems, shared my struggles with others, but I tend to only divulge when invited to. Because despite the fact that I have come to accept this depression as part of me, other people, even those closest to me, do not and will not understand. I do not like being depressed. Obviously. If I could choose not to be, I would. But, seeing as it is not going away anytime soon, my only


Emptiness: Sign of Emotional Trauma

Meeting Emptiness The first time my inner emptiness was visible to me was looking at a photograph of myself taken at my fifth birthday party. There I was, standing on a chair between my half-brother, who was about to cut the cake with me, and another child whose name I could not recall. This was a supposedly a happy moment. My mother had marked my birth since the first year with these parties. They had become a tradition, one that she would keep up until my 16th year. The picture


Filling The Dad-Sized Hole In Your Life

This Man I Call Dad It was just the three of us for as long as I can remember. The memories I have of a loving caring father are pieced together only from what my aunt has told me. Devoted in the first year of my twin sister and my life, the only year of my life that my parents were married, my Dad would hold us, feed us and play with us. But these fabricated memories are like pictures of me looking on at a man holding babies in

My Baby Died: How Do I Go On?

Love ‘Filled’ Me Every state of mind is directly affected by the flow of love within and without.  There is only one thing that truly fills the emptiness. That thing is called LOVE. The lack of love causes an inner emptiness that no substance, no bingeing, no external intervention can fill.  Inner emptiness comes from a lack of connection with our spiritual source of love. The truth of who I am comes only from my personal source of spiritual guidance—-whatever that is.  When I open to learning, that guidance ‘system’,

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Empty – Is that How You Feel?

Connecting The Dots Things always connect in my mind. Seemingly obscure thoughts, posts, conversations even billboards along my route to work always eventually connect. Dots along the way, never empty statements, even though they stand alone in the moment. So when I read articles and posts on blogs, in my Facebook news feed, on Twitter – wherever – in the moment they might seem just like words but I would successfully wager a bet that eventuaFlly they connect. Case in point: the suggestion to ask you, readers of this blog,