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Unwiring mind…

  • Let the artist be

    Artists need to express themselves! What you see as momentarily insanity is an expression! So wait, hold up, don’t commit them to an asylum… Let them paint their faces and dance it out of their veins… Why are you acting like life isn’t messy? why are you pretending like everything that goes in must not…

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  • They grow up fast

    my son, you will be seven years old soon, God willing You are such a beautiful soul, gentle and curious I pray the world meets you with kindness and love. I pray I continue to be the parent you need me to be. I pray you grow up to be fully yourself. My heart is…

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  • Broken plates and parenting well…

    I was in the kitchen and a plate slipped through my fingers and fell… “Are you ok Mommy?” My sons asked me if  I was ok… my heart filled with joy, pride and gratitude! Yes, I am doing a great job raising them… moments like these remind me of it! As a parent, it is…

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  • … ties

    it is not naiveness my love, it is a will to live to blind oneself to their Truth in order to exist sometimes ignorance is bliss if the vessel will be left alone by its head being buried in a sand let it… don’t you get it? the vessel is tired… so let it… we…

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About Me

Hi, I’m Muni Mar

I am a mother, artist, author, blogger, a wannabe film maker and a comedian in my head!
Welcome to the beautiful mess called convos from within.

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So, picture this: it’s 2018, and I decided to dive headfirst into the chaos of blogging. Why, you ask? Well, I needed to unravel the mystery that is my own life! I mean, seriously, who am I and how on earth did I end up in this crazy situation? Divorced, two kids, and fresh out of a disastrous relationship. It was like being caught in a whirlwind of madness!

But hey, writing was my therapy. As I spilled out the messy details, it dawned on me that my childhood experience of surviving a circus-like combination of violence and abuse made me a prime candidate for accepting not-so-great treatment. Yikes, right?

But here’s the silver lining: by sharing my story and journey, I’m not just healing myself, I’m also managing to give a helping hand (or a giggle) to fellow survivors. Life is tough, but humor and resilience make it a little easier to bear. So buckle up, because we’re in for a wild ride!

Mix of poems thoughts and stories

  • While you wait

    1: While you wait Look at your hands… If you have any If you don’t Look If you can’t see Listen If you can’t hear Breathe in (hold) Five Four Three Two one Breathe out… (release) You are too precious to be burned out… 2: While You wait  In line For things… Coffee? An interview?…

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  • Garbage

    I made room for it in my mindThe things you did that I could not understand The things you said that created chaos in my heartIt’s qashinIts garbageThus I no longer need to stay awakeAnd pounder upon it Qashin QushashaSøppelGarbageSigned Muni mar

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  • The sinner made a saint

    Something shifted, something changed The wind that was once gently blowing on my faceTurned into a rain of nails piercing through my pores We have finally touched the base of your open mindBlind bats flew out  to attack whatever poked At the core of your belief And a sinner was made a saintAnd a sinner…

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