Trips to Indonesia are always good for the soul!! From weekend escapes to the beaches, feeding zoo animals… all the way to community projects with palm oil plantations and supporting indigenous tribes… there is so much wealth in Indonesia. The wealth in their hearts is nothing short of m.a.g.i.c.a.l. Constantly learning how to be aContinue reading “Indonesia”
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People we lose to suicide
My dearest Gumby, It’s been a number of years since you graduated from a friend to a guardian angel. I cherish my conversations with the clouds and appreciate when you reveal your presence. You have always been able to understand my feelings when I couldn’t find the words. You also knew how important it wasContinue reading “People we lose to suicide”
Italy
In a world of chaos… I can always connect here. Italy touched my heart and my soul… #Travel #GlobalNomad #Italy #Rome #Ostia #Florence #Naples #Salerno #AmalfiCoast #Maiori #Minori #RoadTrip #Love
Observe the Body, Master the Mind
Most know that when I get on the gratitude train, it’s because I’m working through a hardship. Perhaps something small like a misstep or perhaps something threatened my bubble of magic. Typically my way out of the darkness is writing a buttload of letters of gratitude. This is a phenomenal habit but it’s not helpfulContinue reading “Observe the Body, Master the Mind”
You gave love freely and without agenda. You simply loved & You loved really hard.
Dear Jess, This year was one for the books. It’s a year that defined you in so many ways. A few weeks ago, you described the year in a single word BETRAYAL. I’d like to correct you. The year can be summed up with a different word, LOVE. You found love where it didn’t exist.Continue reading “You gave love freely and without agenda. You simply loved & You loved really hard.”
Sweetest Day: Connecting with another pure soul…
Every once in a while, I connect with a pure soul. Lumpy bits but pure in every single capacity. The pureness is with the looks, the grabs, the intended and the unintended moments.
Conversations with self whilst others help me look for my smile…
Sometimes all I need is having someone smile when my name pops up on their phone. I have friends sprinkled around the world. I’m extremely blessed because some of these friends have become my family. Actually, all of them are in my heart space. All.of.them. They know who they are. They know what they meanContinue reading “Conversations with self whilst others help me look for my smile…”
Being a survivor of Domestic Violence
What is love? Love is knowing that I could have been killed in December 2009; the world could be without a Jessica Marie Corvo. But it’s not. I’m here. I survived. And to me, love is honouring, respecting, and celebrating that I’m here. My existence matters. And I am worthy.
Cleaning up the fog with a soft heart and a strong mind.
So many things to say but I’m unable to find the right words. My heart is conflicted on a few levels. The last few weeks, it’s been cluttered with embracing being discarded by my mother, betrayed by my great auntie, emotionally dismissed by my great uncle, criticised by a lover, chased by kindred souls, supported by friends, and… loved by me.
I’m proud to be the White Sheep in a dysfunctional (bio) family
Last week, I had an interesting phone call. It was from a person that was pretending to care about me and my healing journey. It was odd but expected. I didn’t entertain his judgements. As a matter of fact, it was easy to deflect and even easier to understand knowing that this was the firstContinue reading “I’m proud to be the White Sheep in a dysfunctional (bio) family”