As the Seasons Changed: Memory of a Lost Love.
I’d never love anyone the way I loved him. “I have to go now, I’m sorry, I love you,” I said, and then turned to get out of the car.
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January 17, 2018
Mother Earth’s ‘Me Too’: An Open Letter to Middle-Class Women.
If Earth were on social media, she’d post #MeToo, and those crimes are ones that you and I are contributing to in a very real and empowered way.
Shamana: Liberating Herself from the Illusion of Rejection.
"Who am I?" she asked herself. In the faintest of breezes, she heard the whisper, “Shamana, warrior spirit.” And she no longer wondered if you’d be back.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-sjc3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-sjc3-1.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=RB8t1RQZTIQAX-wx7q5&oh=478b6996392e3f445d87bbc95d5e9b7e&oe=5EC9FE28 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
