Get comfortable with the discrepancies. Drink in the dissonance. Learn to love the freedom in the floundering. Don’t stop the story short.
I find it darkly ironic that the very terminology that symbolizes epic female persecution now might be used against a movement for women.
Still I spoke. As one by one my whānau, my family, turned away. The old story. I was supposed to drown. The truth was stained and shamed them.
I reached my threshold of silent witnessing. I could feel my voice open up. Instinctively came my roaring defender and protector, saying: Fuck you for not acting with integrity. Fuck you for not taking responsibility. Fuck you for hurting me. Fuck you for manipulating me. Fuck you for not being ...
My pain cleansed out the wounds in the landscape of my being, and healing full of grace and honey began its slow slide into the cracks. And oh, this sacred concoction, it burns.
The soul is always already working on us, in us, and drawing our attention through desire with symptoms and signs and synchronicity to where transformation wants to happen. Our task is to feel for the heat and follow the flame. Otherwise, we’ll remain out in the cold, separated from our own ...
Your good nature opened the front door with the naïve hope that the sun shining through would brighten the veiled windows of their heart. Instead, their ego ushered you beyond the threshold of their attention and awareness. Evoked experience from a false guardian seeking to damage the core ...