My Teenage Daughter, the Merciless Mirror.
Perhaps she is something unimaginable; something timeless. Born of love so pure she will be my merciless mirror so I can see what needs cleaning, what needs washing.
Getting Comfortable In Your Sagging Skin.
I used to have a fantasy that aging stopped at the age you started practicing asana. I think this idea came from looking at Shiva Rea and Gurmukh Kaur Khalsa; both of them are radiant, and really, when you look at them they’re kind of ageless, aren’t they? I could never really figure out just ...
Life. Gently. {poetry}
He is not evil,
just a man,
entitled to go,
to leave.
No, let’s not throw
everything away,
gifts, pictures,
witnesses of your love.
Pain Is The Alchemy Of The Human Spirit.
I have always passively accepted that sometimes shit just happens, keeping my mouth shut in fear or being labeled a bitch or even a prude. I suppose I am afraid of what the reactions will be if I do speak up. I kept choosing to forfeit my boundaries by allowing people to do things like this ...
Surrendering To Grief. {poetry}
Today I do not fail. I allow the grief to overtake me.
To swallow me whole. To rip out my heart and have its way with me.
I succumb to its power.
The Glorious Pain Of Flying — Not Her F*cking Wings!
Every challenge she survived had left its mark on her. The battered dreams, the falls from grace, the ridicule and attempts to bind had eventually torn the skin from her body and left every nerve exposed. She learned not to touch, or lean, or draw attention to herself.
Open Yourself Up, Listen To Your Voice, And Use It.
Here are some ways to open yourself up so you can listen to your voice and use it -- especially in those times when you voice isn’t being very clear, in times when shit is hitting the fan, and when you are leaving old stories behind and you are scared about what you might say and what it may ...
A Journey To Trust: What Life In The Midwest Is Teaching Me About Others.
That world, and rightfully so, was not good enough for my parents. Hence, our unspoken family motto, trust no one.
The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter Twenty Four. {fiction}
She could see the yellow yolk of the full moon bleeding over the water outside. She couldn’t wait to run down the beach again. If she closed her eyes, she could feel her feet sinking into the sand and the cool rush of salty air on her skin. She rubbed at her thin legs under her long white nightgown.