Rebelle Society

When Shame Steals The Show & The Only Person Watching Is You.

{Photo via Tumblr} I have been bad once or twice. I have not only killed animals and people, but villages, civilizations, and other galaxies just like that, with one finger, and probably even got a bit bored while doing it. And my guess is, you have, too. But hey, that was a long time ago, so ...

fiction

The Untold Story Sleeping Within The Strokes: Part One.

It’s interesting how life begins. I think that living and memory are complements of one another, because the first thing you remember, is right where life starts — regardless of when you were born. That first memory is a bit blurred around the edges, like a distant dream, but the living ...

archives, poetry, yoga

Face Everything & Rise, Don’t Compromise.

By Aoife Kane

poetry

Love Of A Different Kind. {poetry}

She held on to their dreams. He was falling. Slipping into the darkness of his own mind.

you & me

Pardon Me While I Save Myself.

If you’re scared, it means that you know how chaotic my mind is right now. It means you’ve seen the insanity of my genius and -- like watching a horror film -- need to keep looking away from the gory parts while morbid curiosity keeps you in my theater.

wisdom

Listening To Trees — Guides And All-Embracing Shadows Of The Truth.

Connecting with trees, feeling and listening to their messages, has helped me to create a more stable structure around my work with plants; they were the missing element. Their size, woodiness, age and vibration give scale to the plant world.

fiction

The Transformation Of Amy Lunaro: Chapter Twelve. {fiction}

Amy thought of her late mother, she saw her delicate, small round face. She had a perfect angelic face and tiny beautiful hands. She looked down at her own hands, so similar, they could be her mother’s. She began to massage the right palm with the left thumb, and then she switched.

archives, poetry

I See You In Colors.

By Sonya Matejko

yoga

You’re A Teacher… Right?

It’s not that I don’t have more to learn and won’t improve and develop ways to be more impactful, more effective, and more fluid. It’s just that I have earned the right to call myself a teacher and need to grow into that label.

wisdom

I Am Imbolc, The Dream Of Awakening.

Give me the healer, the writer, the craftsperson and the storyteller, and I will replenish her essence and make her new again.

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