Pleasure: You Never Did Anything Wrong.
Give yourself the felt experience of growing up in that world. Go back to this childhood memory, this place where your pleasure was first made wrong.
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Stop Running Away, and Sit in the Fire.
In running away, I was allowing my complete inability to remain in situations that made me uncomfortable to stop me from developing emotional maturity.
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Seventeen: Blood Moon}
Blood Moon is holding space for us to lay out what’s hard and look at it, and yes it stings. And yes it hurts. But why do we always try to numb pain?
An Ode to My Mum: The Life She Led.
The boundaries and constraints of the culture within which she lived her daily life limited and controlled any free will she may have wished to express.
Not Giving a F*ck in My Own Backyard.
I celebrate my body for giving me two healthy children, despite being pregnant four times... I celebrate my body on my yoga mat each day.
We Live and We Die, to Live Again.
The Grandmothers pull me down into my subconscious, where all my wild parts live. They beckon me to follow, with a single gesture of their wrinkled hands.
We Are Not Consumers of Light, but Its Genesis.
For when the light of hope has gone out all around us, we must learn to be its origin. And in so doing, reveal the truth of our power.
Listen to Your Body, and Hold Space for Yourself.
Moving the body in a gym workout can help. Emotions are stored in the body, and when we tire ourselves out enough, there is less resistance to feeling them.
I Realize the Gift of My Gloriously Sensitive Heart.
If I am attacked, ostracized or slandered... I remember the ground upon which I am standing... and the truth of the heart at my center.
An Ode to This Thing Called Love.
This is how I see you... this thing too grand for a finite being to hold -- a thing that could turn on me and ruin me if I were to underestimate it.
