Rebelle Society

How To Start Working Out When You Don’t Know What You’re Doing.

I went to my strength and conditioning coach from college, my old teammates who had done sprint training, and a friend who ran track competitively. I asked each of them for suggestions and programs for 400m sprint training and for general sprinting tips. My hope was that by asking five ...

wisdom

The Truth Beneath The Masks We Wear.

Have I become so comfortable in my discomfort, so accustomed to dying in my daily living, that I now embody a midnight mask to replace the false cheeriness of my childhood's plight? And what if I am not either or, but both, strands of black and gold that weave the web of my spider's heart?

world

The World Needs Your Medicine, Woman.

We're so ready to teach on sacred archetypes, witch wounds, wild women, crones, holy sacred personal myths, what it truly means to be Wild, how to lead in fullness, working with shadow, and so, so much more. We are joining together at the solstice to celebrate. We'll be there on a Full Moon, ...

wisdom

It’s Lucky I Am A Woman: A History Of Silence.

The book had birds on the cover. It called me to what women once were. But the questions it asked made no sense. “What is the sound of a woman screaming with her hand over her mouth?” I didn’t know. There was a hand, alright. There just wasn't any screaming. How can you know what silence is ...

art

Touched By The Devil’s Flower.

As I listen to Prince, his voice becomes the beacon calling me home to myself. I am now lost in the ultimate irony: My past is destroying my inability to be fully present right here and now. I am being liberated from and by my yesterday. There is something young, untamed, wild, receptive waking ...

wellness

I Do Have Moments Of Love, Even With My Eating Disorder.

Unlike the two-year-old who doesn't realize how important that answer is, someone with an eating disorder gets it. Gets that if she can just figure out how, maybe all the pain and fear and hatred and sorrow and guilt and shame and secrecy and torment could be gone. And that's all she wants. ...

art

11 Tips For A Passionate Love Affair With Writing.

Once, in an effort to console my broken heart, Mum told me love should be like an old pair of comfy slippers. Oh gawd, I thought. Now that is tragic. How boring. How unromantic. I’m still not completely sold on the comfy slippers thing, but I sure am done with tragic.

wisdom

Calling Burning Women: A Lost Archetype Of The Feminine.

Those in the System would like us to share their belief that all these changes are not connected, that they are simply anomalies, isolated symptoms to be treated or preferably ignored, before the all-powerful Western capitalist patriarchal model goes on to ever greater heights and grand ejaculations.

When Holding On Becomes Too Hard.

I hope you know, nothing ever replaces the role a mother fills. I’ve met many women across my life who have held me, wiped my tears away, and listened as my voice filled the space with my ongoing internal demons and struggles.

you & me

I Chose What ‘Me’ Is.

My dad leaving, in no exaggeration, ripped a part out of my core. I have spent years focusing on stitching that gap. Therapy, Yoga, isolation from any friendship or relationship that triggers unwanted feelings. What I did not focus on is, when my mind wanders to that forest of doubt and ...

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