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The Magick Of She: Yoga And The Dark Goddess.

Call Her Lilith, Kali, Cerridwyn, or by any number of fearsome names. She lives inside of you, not as a loathsome demon, but as the Feminine Force of Change. She is volatile, and her beauty lies inward.

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We Are All Alone.

Recently, I have personally come to know several single mothers. I hold great reverence for each of them, as I cannot imagine being solely responsible for the upbringing of another human. Yet they have done so, beautifully. Every time I hear another one of these ladies’ stories, I stand in awe ...

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My Magnetic Heart: Finding The Magic Within Me.

Love is not about possession. Beauty cannot be captured. I've been entranced by this idea of immortalizing the fleeting moments of joy in my life, but the pursuit of holding them has made me seasick, and nauseated with the butterflies of truth swimming inside me.

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I Am Bigger Than The Things That Scare Me, But This Feels Different.

I know now what you want. I know now how you want to do this. I, for lack of a prettier way to say this, am not ready to do it. I might be in a month. I might never be. I don’t expect you to convince me, or to wait for me. Even if you did, it wouldn’t be something that you would need to shut ...

wisdom

The Messy Middle, And The Authenticity Of In-Between.

The in-between can be a hard place to be. Because we want things to be sorted, clean and clear. We want to switch straight from one thing into something else. But sometimes it’s just not possible and we have to go at a different pace. We have to make space for messy and complicated. The ...

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I Am My Own Complicated Story.

With no tears streaming down my face now, I realize I have been given the gift of creating a new dream with all its beautiful intricacies. Unformed, and yet to be unleashed into existence.

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Get Dirty: Lessons from the Wildest of Souls.

Find that cliff, stand on it and then fall harder than you ever have. Run to something with wild fear, with fierce love. Run to yourself. Stomp your hooves on the trail, and say No to anything that attempts to bridle your life force fever. Honor your herd for their desperate, steely support and ...

you & me

Mother’s Day For The Motherless.

Today I bow with deep heart-spilling-over thanks to my sisters who mother me. The women, who -- like me -- have no mamas to turn to. The women who hold me up when I need to be held, who listen completely when I need to be witnessed... the women who know how to nurture this motherless mother, ...

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Divine Weavers: Honoring Our Mothers As Artists.

Deeply disheartened in her marriage, yet pregnant with her second child, my mother had put all of her winter hope into her garden. When her flower beds were destroyed that spring, she got down on all fours, her round belly caressing the earth, and ran her fingers through the soil, desperately ...

you & me

Dear Mummsy: An Open Letter.

I love that even though you are a fiercely independent, anti-establishment, let’s face it... feminist (of course, you wouldn’t call yourself this because it would mean conforming to a social cliché), you also bake awesome scones, knit socks, sew frocks, grow your own veggies, and have a pantry ...

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