This is me, in all my bare-breasted and stretch-marked glory. My wine-soaked clothes have been shed, and this is the rawest version of my body I’ve ever known. May my soul’s new shape be forged in the milk-white beams at moonset, and may this birth-by-lunar-fire be a short journey from shame to ...
I know a worthiness now that fills my world with hope, love, laughter and a light that I did not know existed. Still, after all that work, there is a whisper inside of me: What if you become too powerful to connect?