My soul awakens
At all odd hours
Crying for food
Wanting to be held
Are we there yet?
She asks as she looks
out of the window
A sandbox of time
She sees herself
playing as a child
Then playing with
her own child
She builds up castles
And then whoosh!
With a bucket of water
Knocks it down herself
Tires herself out
Falling back into
deep slumber
Cycles of spurring activity
And then Brahma rests
Whispering goodnight mama
I’ll see you tonight.
Part 1 At age 32, I wrapped up my life in New York in two weeks and moved in with Amin, my 30-year old brother
Part 1: How insecurity robs us of a happy childhood For as long as I can remember, I believed that my parents didn’t really love
Sabrina is a behavioral scientist with a background in marketing and communications consulting, who seeks to self-actualize and create social change through her work. She holds an MBA degree from INSEAD and a BS degree in Business Management from Babson College. Her interests include psychology, systems thinking, sacred geometry, and Sufi poetry.
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