Rebelle Society

Healing Interrupted: When Destiny Intervenes.

Our paths crossed this morning, destiny once again stirring the pot. No sooner do my eyes adjust from the bright snowy glare to the dim, mood-lit cafe, laptops and lattes everywhere, the din of the espresso machine humming steadily in the background, that I see your face. Your beautiful face. I ...

poetry

The Very Near Death Of A Holy Heart And The Solitude of Knowing. {poetry}

I learned that this is what happens with hearts that need to be buried, and souls that have gotten too heavy and weary:

world

The Loving Masculine: The Lost Key To Balance.

In men, their physicality is much more like armor. Social roles they have had throughout history reinforced this, so their heart is harder to reach. But that doesn’t mean it does not desire to be touched just as much. The endless search for connection, the craving for love, and the wish to be ...

poetry

The Energy Between Us Is A Cosmic Force. {poetry}

Remember when our mothers told us not to stare at the sun? Sometimes all the knowledge in the world can't stop us from steadily gazing at something so beautiful yet so damaging, simply because the destructive masterpiece is just so worthy of our attention. Addicting.

world

Rumi, Jake Sully, And A Starry, Starry Night.

Thinking of those no longer around, how I wish to speak with them now, standing on my balcony, the sun shining magnificently, so utterly lovely for winter. The birds share their songs, selflessly. The trees readying themselves with fresh buds and herbs starting to grow.

you & me

Calling Out The Queen: I Await Your Awakening.

I tell you now: gone are the days when you live for acceptance from some woman who calls herself a Queen, as she cuts others down and locks herself up in a tower... You are as much of a Queen as any other. Own your birthright, so this world can too. Only then will this earth have a chance at ...

troublemakers

It’s Mine, All Mine, All Deliciously Mine: 5 Keys To Living Your Wild.

And so I thought it was him, that I needed him, and that delusional lesson got flattened into my soul and I never knew it until I grew up, started doing some difficult inner work, and untangled this ancient, hallucinatory knot that got me stuck, and tied up and twisted into a piece of ...

poetry

The Cycle Of Freedom. {poetry}

You lit a fire that raged through the river of our honesty. You blew winds that crashed and trashed Against the crippled creek I had allowed you to wade in.

wisdom

How Your Beliefs Can Sabotage Your Behavior, And What You Can Do About It.

Did Leah start by thinking about how much weight she wanted to lose? No. Did she start by thinking about how fast she wanted to run? No. Did she start by thinking about the marathon she wanted to complete? No. She didn’t start by thinking about the results. She simply focused on the process.

you & me

Growing New Roots By Letting Go Of Your Ghosts.

I’m going to do this the only way I know how -- one day at a time. One action, revealing the next. One focus, yielding progress. One green light, opening the road of possibility. Of hope. Of opportunity. Of believing that the best is here, and I have everything in myself to co-create with it.

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