The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Twenty: Where the Light Enters}
When the light enters though our rips and tears, we start to watch our wounds seal up and repair, becoming inimitable light sources on their own.
Stale Linens: I Smell like Him Now.
When they came out of the dryer and onto his bed, the sweet, stale linen smell permeated the air once again. It’s just how he smelled.
The Shades of Missing You. {excerpt}
You loved how I growled because I kept them away from us. Until I crumbled alone. Until I bit. Until you bled. Losing you taught me the fragility of trust.
I Wonder If My Parents Are Proud of Their Daughter.
My parents had planned on getting an abortion with my little sister because she was the third daughter conceived and my grandparents grieved over this.
I Hope You Know That You Broke Me.
After all, their problem wasn’t with you, it was with me. You just so happened to be the poor soul that was kind enough to give me hope.
Life Is a Spiritual Journey, and We All Must Do Better.
First, to do better, we take responsibility. We dig deep and find the willingness to look in the mirror. From here, we let go.
7 Ways I Survived the Holidays After Loss Last Year.
However, I survived the celebratory season, and am working on coping with the feelings that the loss brings up this year.
Break the Trauma Bond You Have with the President.
In a trauma bond, nothing can be resolved productively. There is no such thing as conflict resolution through healthy communication.
I Claim the Right to Own My Truth.
I claim my right to be ‘horribly deformed’ and still be able to exist as a part of the normal diversity present within the human experience.
The Magic of Isis and the Alchemy of Mary Magdalene.
Unlike with tantric sources, I have never come across ancient Egyptian sex magic sources which are historically defendable.
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