The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Six: Lush Desert}
The desert, though hostile, teems with thriving life. Life that respects the desert for what it is and knows how to work with its intensity, its extremes.
My Last Five Years Spent Living in the Shadow of the Palace of Futility. {poetry}
25 years later and all of the ashes have been consumed, we have stayed hungry, we have grown old, have wasted our lives speaking of hope
Dear Masculine, Stop Wasting Your Heart on Cleaning up Messes.
Stop cleaning up your heart before you let someone in. Stop putting away the parts that aren't strong. The places in you that aren't finished yet.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifteen. {fiction}
After a prayer of thanks to the deer for giving its life to me, I worked fast to get it gutted, skinned and cut up into pieces for the walk home.
’Tis the Season… for Holiday Overwhelm and Hallmark Hell.
Maybe the days are laced with more than a little overwhelm as you navigate the missing of what once was, or the ache for who is no longer here.
In Honor of Great Men.
The invitation is open for men to be aware of the nature of their own humanity... If you want a Conscious Man, I say, find a man who is willing to grow.
This Fear Is Old.
This is the creative revolution. When artists and activists step up into their power and find a way to harness the old energy of fear.
A Word to Describe the Evolution of the Heart.
I felt like a cell in a body. I'm always in awe of what nature makes and where the Universe takes me. My word to describe it: Surrender.
I’m Tired of Apologizing for My Pain.
I’m tired of the uncomfortable gaze, the sudden quietness of conversation. How my guilty admittance of pain has soured an otherwise pleasant day.
Relax, It’s Just the End of the World.
I couldn't unsee that our activity had altered Earth to such an extent that my children inherited a different world than the one I’d been 'given'.
@2016 Rebelle Society