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.
Sung Home: Chapter Ten. {fiction}
For a few seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was. I even had a moment before I opened my eyes when I thought I was at home before the virus.
(B)Leading from My Uterus: A Lesson in Leadership in a White Capitalist Heteropatriarchy.
Midway through the lengthy introductions, my timely menstrual interruption came like an anatomy lesson on leadership: feminist politics infused with blood.
Stop to Eat, and Never Apologize for Your Hunger.
If you want to have a taste of the Divine, then eat your potato without complaining. Don’t give me that old line of “Potatoes aren’t good for you…”
How My Experience with Mental Illness Helped Me Trust My Darkness.
I could take some time, gaze into the night, into the earth, into the darkness... into myself, and not only see and receive what is there, but to trust it..
What Happens When You Return to Your Heart?
Once the heart reawakens, we step from a grey to a technicolor landscape. It is an ego-less state where we know nothing, yet everything.
The Diver. {poetry}
Your existence -- like any that walk, that live, that breathe, that dive -- an echo of the only, 'it'-self. Not separate from the storm.
@2016 Rebelle Society