Analyze Your Fears: Why It’s Not About Being Fearless.
Fear Fighters know how to identify fears that are trying to warn them of something and fears that are just trying to keep them stuck.
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Packing for the Wild Woman Freedom Journey.
When a wild woman is stalking her wild hungers, it will take her down strange and unmarked paths. That scent of your yearning is all you have to go by.
Graffiti on Grey Matter: Conversations with Myself.
The distance is supposed to matter... The farther away he gets -- the more you fight to push him out of your head -- the brighter he shines.
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Eight: Eternal Ocean}
I’ve heard some say in jest that our ocean floors are less explored than outer space simply because nobody can go down that deep and live to tell about it.
Reaching Outside Relationships for Help with Them Is Not a Failure.
Do you consider it a failure when you have to go to the garage because you’re having car trouble? Do you feel you have failed when you go to the dentist for your yearly check-up? What about going to the gym? Do you feel like a failure when you sign up for that gym membership because you should ...
Empaths, Stop Letting Emotions Overwhelm You and Be Happy.
The one thing I realized was the happier I am within, the easier emotions flow through me. Daily rituals and consistency are the key.
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Seven: Bottomless Sky}
What if most of our essence is up there, plugged into the Bottomless Sky? And our bodies are simply the avatars expressed as the form of our actual self?
Beautiful Cages: Fighting Without Rage for All the Dreams Not Pursued.
I feel the warmth of the sun through the windows on my skin before the light penetrates the thick curtains of my eyelids. Heavy with sleep, my eyelids flutter, my eyes focus on the source of this warmth and then just as quickly close, and I’m still not sure whether I’m awake yet or asleep. ...
Disconnection and the Epic Wake-Up Call of Parenting.
All who want to die in any given moment feel crippling disconnection... but the silence of shame and the disease of perfectionism keeps us from saying it.
I Am No Longer a Hostage of Your Moral Poverty.
I no longer spend my days in a delusional dystopia, dizzily dancing in a claustrophobic circus. Now I dance when and with whom I want.
