5 Ways to Transform Through Trauma.
Whether you find it 'petty' or real and deep, give this trauma a name and a voice. Then, converse with it. Get deeper, get curious.
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Woman, Trust Your Desire, Even Without the ‘Right’ Body.
I ask her to trust that desire, without the great lover, without the 'right' body, without the permission from anyone else but her own.
Navigating the Storm of Chronic Pain.
I have so much good in my life. So much to be thankful for. And as I inhale at this very moment to write, and follow the rhythm of my breath as anyone normally would, it hurts. It hurts to breathe in, and for as long as I can remember and until I noticed not too long ago, that is the ...
In These Woods Alone: The Ecstatic Ache Of Creation.
The air grows heavy with the texture of sound, but the weight increases so slowly, so minutely, that if you walked into these woods alone you would begin to lose hold of your sanity, would wonder at the buzzing in your ears that fattens and develops into voices in your head as surely and as ...
We Need Our Old Wounds, Even When They Ache.
Sometimes we don't know we have made it through a tumultuous period of our life, or that we have overcome a traumatic experience for the most part, until we're 10 years down the road, when we notice that there have been months strung together where we weren't aching or raving or raging or ...
Dancing In The Graveyard: A Christmas Miracle.
And now I can finally cry Why. I shout it now. Weeping and shouting and pleading and ripping grass from the earth. Why. And I can’t remember it all; my mind doesn’t grant me the memories, but my body aches with that familiar longing for something pure. To be loved in a pure way that a daughter ...
4 Ways To Practice Love In The Time Of War.
How do we speak, not to the defenses and the armor, the puffed chests and bolstered cases, but to the innocent creatures beneath, rattled and confused? How do we step into the battlefield with curiosity, not to fight, but to call one another home? How do we call each other back to our own ...
Poetic Justice For A Broken Heart.
But I came back to tell about it. Strong. Angry. Soiled. Many years of emotion and resentment filled my blackened heart, until one day it was over. The songs didn’t hurt, the memories were trite, and the suffering become a distant memory. I see you now so vacant, wearing this shell of a man, ...
How To Stop A Break-Up From Becoming A Breakdown.
We want our ex’s to feel our pain, know our ache, and die a thousand deaths with us -- but they don’t. We want them to come back to us, admit their decision was a mistake -- but they won’t. We long for them to make one last gesture in recognition of our broken ego, broken heart and our broken ...
Like An Ache — What Does Life Feel Like?
And as lives come, so do they go -- back into the ether from whence they came. We celebrate one event and mourn the other. We laugh and we cry, we propel ourselves from one end of the vast spectrum of human emotion to the other, seeking the pleasant and averting the pain.