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who’s got the power.

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the liberation process began the moment i became aware of all that i had been repressing under a shroud of fear. Continue reading

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peek a boo.

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The last few months I’ve felt like a a little girl peeking around the corner waiting to reveal herself. Some great uncovering is occurring. I’m seeing myself for the first time and I’m eager to show the world. I guess a Pluto transit will do that to ya. (read my astro blog here)

How could I be so repressed and fearful of expressing myself? I mean I’m a writer… an artist. This is what I do! I write and sing about my life. My experiences. But somehow, I’ve still been behind a mask… Continue reading

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i’m getting there.

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haiku.
say no without guilt
yes without expectation
this here is freedom

I’ve always been the weirdo in my family. My way of thinking is a like a foreigner in a strange land. For example, I’ve always felt that it was important for me to give freely: to always do for others out of the untainted volition and kindness of my heart. I would run away from anything that even vaguely smelled of a guilt trip or manipulation.

Some think I don’t get “it”; it being their way of thinking or their truth concerning service and giving to others. Always say yes. Particularly to family. Family is all we have. (I personally believe that the nuclear family has destroyed society. But that is another post for another time.) Perhaps its that I don’t feel any loyalty to anyone other than myself. And that means to be the best representation of my Self that … Continue reading

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liberation?

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I talk a lot about being free. I hunger for an intangible concept that cannot be defined. But, I’m getting closer. To what? Oh boy…

Ego. Beyonce said her boo has a big one, and so does she. Obviously a point of pride for her. Well, I’ve got a big one too. And it ain’t swag. It’s a brick wall, a tower built around me…closing me off from the world.

I spent my whole childhood building her. Protecting my fragile insides from the darkness of the world. She served me well then. Made sure that I survived long enough to become aware of myself. Thank you, ego. But what use does she have now? Now, she is the warden of my soul.

LOVE wants in… Continue reading

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reflection eternal.

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I guess December is my best month for writing. I started this blog almost one year ago and had so much to say. The words tapered off and I didn’t write anything for awhile. Until now that is. So, I’m rolling out with another one :)

In my previous blog, I came to the realization that I am the only person withholding anything from myself. Love, mainly. Defensiveness and fear of intimacy and vulnerability had left me sick, literally, with years of chronic allergy and sinus issues. However, healing is nigh.

I know I can be deep sometimes. It makes it hard for people to understand me. I don’t understand what I say half of the time until months and years later. It happens all the time with my music. My former self writes music for my future self. Yea, see what I mean?

Here’s the deal. Relationships of all kinds, family, friends, lovers, strangers; are all mirrors. And when I connect with someone, I connect because I see my reflection in them. However, the longer I stare into the mirror, I start to forget that its my reflection that I’m looking at. In the beginning of relationships, its so easy to see all the wonderful things about the other person. They are showing me myself. And I look so pretty! I know that when I first start looking in the mirror at myself, its just an opportunity for self admiration. But, the longer I stare the more of my flaws I see. The parts of myself that I don’t like become bigger than the parts that I love. I squirm and get uncomfortable and don’t want to look any more. I start to blame it on the mirror and the light and what I ate that day… Continue reading

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