Piercing the Veil: Scorpio’s Samhain Descent. {Cosmic Connection}
It is, after all, the season of Samhain. The season of darkness. The season that gives us the opportunity to recede and reflect.
What Actually Happened.
What actually happened was that I would very quickly learn there was a different set of rules for the beneficiaries of a patriarchal society that was intentionally built to best serve, to only serve, a very specific demographic.
The Truth About Twin Flame Relationships.
Twins come together to bring about in their reflection -- the other Twin -- the growth that is needed so that both could reach their highest potential.
You’re Not Wrong. {poetry}
Imagine you’re wrong that it's women who must do the work to create a world that is safe for us and our babies.
3 Clues Your Friend Is a Succubus.
I know I’m not perfect, and so perhaps it feels a little hypocritical to say Peace out to this succubus with the Coach purse. There’s a point though where my jaw is clenched, my eye is twitching, and I have to say 'Enough'.
A Note to My Daughter.
I wanted to write a few words of guidance for my daughter, and although this letter began as something solely for her, as I reread it, I realized that it's a letter for all of us -- young, old, daughter, son, mother, father... human. Take what you like, leave the rest behind.
My Diary of Dinner Dates and the Fleeting Draw of Distraction.
I have heard many times in breakups with lovers, or fights with friends, that they have felt I had not been genuine. I was being genuine, but I was more interested in creating conversation about change rather than inspiring action for change.
The 7 Deadly Sins of the Wild Woman: Flawed to Perfection.
The deadliest sins of the wild woman are far more loathsome than those committed against any external deity, for they are those she commits against herself.
Attachment to Where You Live Is Not Inevitable: Break Out of the Box.
Where you live is like a relationship with a partner. You have to be ready for the connection, unblinkered to the other’s imperfections, and draw only the good from them.
Self-Medicating with Consumption.
I open my throat and inhale the carbs and the consumerism, the specks of expectation dotting my lungs and causing the Divine to shake its head and murmur, “This is terminal, she has Stage 4 consumption.”