Author Archives: Camille

Is the word that stared me down, glaring at me while I listened to the Sweetest Thing. A song that embodies something between love within and love without. Love of the excitement, the freedom and most of all the spiritual. … Continue reading →

When it started I was on shaky ground, not sure if I were flying or sinking.  The ground was soft at first and then abrupt, like coming upon a staggering cliff from the bottom not understanding how to get back … Continue reading →

Today I celebrated my 33rd birthday! I had been searching for a meditation center and came across a fund raising event for a zen meditation center up in Northgate. The event was for members to donate their time to make … Continue reading →

As a little girl I was obsessed with magic both trickery and the untouchable. The metaphysical, although I didn’t call it that back then. I completely believed with every ounce of my soul. I listened to the flowers and the … Continue reading →

These words haunt me lately as I stab around in my head for answers. I am the tinman searching for my heart thinking someone has stolen it… but alas, it has been with me here the entire time. I was … Continue reading →

As a child I loved to play near the water, teetering on rocks and logs while dancing around, flirting with the wetness.  I would jump fully clothed, in the winter from rock to rock while the cold water of the … Continue reading →

Enveloped in a cloud, surrounded by sweet softness.  I hear a song escaping my heart in a long exhale.  It is about a girl lost in the wind. She is twisted up, confused but keeps her eyes open to take … Continue reading →

Shiny scales with cold eyes, slippery and wet.  So pretty, the little fishy. Distracted, I tripped over a math book and fell into the dark, rich water. Enveloped within.  I closed my eyes, ears and stopped breathing so that I … Continue reading →

The skin glows warm.  Thoughts escape like gases set free underwater.  Upon arising, each one pops with an idea.  The idea pervades the air.  My air is thick with the scent of my thoughts.  I dare not move as I … Continue reading →

The woman asked me to pick a stone to hold while she read my aura. I found a smooth, two-toned rock that was egg shaped and soft. She told me that I am returning to the whole. I am uniting … Continue reading →