Rebelle Society

Making Space To Hold The Pain: Midwives For The Birth Of Healing.

We need people who crave action and engagement, and people who crave solitude and contemplation. There is honor and dignity in both. There is so much we can learn from each other. So if I tell you to forgive me for only having words to offer you in times of grief, if I only have a poem to give ...

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Staying In The Present Moment: I Won’t Be A Victim, I’ll Overcome.

When you live under the shadow of comparisons to other human beings, the pressure of expectations you just can't fulfill, or know of videos on the internet of people torturing their kids, their pets. When you see the limits people set to not give or share, and the length greed takes. The bombs ...

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Hang In There, Even As You Cope With Loss.

For those of us dealing with so much loss, can we master our grief?

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Australia Day Or Invasion Day: Am I A Patriotic Strayan?

This Australia Day, I won’t be sitting around an esky full of beer, drinking myself stupid. I won’t fly an Aussie flag out of my car window while playing Triple J's Hottest 100. I won’t get a Southern Cross tattoo. I won’t paint my face blue, white and red. The words 'Oi, Oi, Oi' will not pass ...

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The Wise And The Innocent: A Story Of Trust. {fiction}

The knife-edge teeth of the sharks -- who had once been their friends and accomplices in underwater adventures -- suddenly inspired fear. The midnight eyes of hawks and gulls -- who had once delighted the children with their dramatic displays of flight -- now reflected frightened stares. The ...

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The Society Of Alice: You Are Your Own White Rabbit.

I am in awe of Alice not because of her adventure into a universe where everything is as it shouldn’t be. No, the connection I have is more primal than that.

poetry

To The Women On The Brink Of Breaking. {poetry}

I am a woman; I don’t need to be showered, cuddled or kissed I missed the commercials which informed us to be weak I’ll speak my mind

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The Tide Turns: I Am The Water, Not A Body That Can Drown.

As for my beloved, The Rock? He is no rock! The peak I had clung to in my desperation was only a tip that descended down, his root far below the surface of the ocean. He is the land, the terra firma, the stone, pebble and mud. He is the layer upon layer of compacted silt and sand.

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It’s Okay To Rest In The Waves Of Your Darkness.

In order for us to know light, we must know the dark; in order for us to know pleasure, we must know pain; in order for us to know creation, we must know destruction.

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Twilight Departures: Silent Anonymities In Transit.

She meets me briefly across the carpeted distance, dark eyes nestled in auburn, a wisp of a smile; her satin dress dissolves the light like water, and I am a man overboard, un-anchored in a shifting ocean of teal blue waves, the cross-hatched moquette a net that enmeshes us both like minnows.

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