Sung Home: Chapter Eleven. {fiction}
We hadn’t had much trouble along the way, and had made good progress. After enjoying our long break, I now felt a surging eagerness to be on our way home.
I’m My Priority Now: This Is What Self-Love Looks Like.
I’m here to love me now... I’ve closed the door on him, and if he’s out in the cold, sick, sad and old, it was his conscious choice, not mine.
Noticing Romantic Subtleties Through Sticker-Store Memes.
Since much of our romance consisted of brief online chats through Google Translate, we began to use sticker-store memes to express our emotions.
Remembering the Gift of the Other Mother.
I wanted my donor to know how her gift changed our lives and how amazing our daughter who will always be a part of her is.
Be in the Lost Art of Silence.
The next time you find yourself alone -- in the car, on a walk, at home -- see if you can resist the urge to fill the silence.
Flow State: Becoming a Channel for Inspiration.
This state is available through every conceivable activity, but it requires a certain state of mind (or no-mind) in order to enter it.
The Blessing I Received Through Mourning My Mom.
Moving from grief into mourning is accepting that the loss has occurred, feeling it fully, and actively moving through it, so that it is transformed.
An Open Letter to My Sisters.
This isn’t a letter to 'forgive' anyone, for I believe that you taught me valuable things. But isn’t it time to release old ways of relating to each other?
What If Hearts Are Made to Break?
What if our hearts could use this break to take the space left by a lover or friend and fill it with you, so that your heart could be more full of you?
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part One: Hieros Gamos}
Known as the hieros gamos... taking this divine union of self to heart has the potential to... close the gap in the divisions of things on a larger scale.
@2016 Rebelle Society