Grief Is the Salve: Season of the Fallen Flowers.
When we sit with our grief, it creates a canopy of leaves under which we can cry. Our fear is that the grief will overpower us and we’ll drown in our tears.
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The Flowers Are Waking Up: Reconnect with the Rhythm of Nature.
We put faith in a deeper directive. We believe that truly profound potential gestates in seemingly simple solutions. That is the true code of nature.
From Soul to Ego, With Love. {poetry}
I never knew my soul could be such a charming romantic.
I never knew my ego could be such a tender sweetheart.
Don’t Hold Back from Deeply Falling in Love.
I don't know about you, but I fall in love all the time. I fell in love the other day with a piece of handcrafted chocolate and a cup of coffee, the praises and sounds coming from within me, and the time I took to savor and enjoy, surely was just another kind of lovemaking. It was the most ...
Touched By The Devil’s Flower.
As I listen to Prince, his voice becomes the beacon calling me home to myself. I am now lost in the ultimate irony: My past is destroying my inability to be fully present right here and now. I am being liberated from and by my yesterday. There is something young, untamed, wild, receptive waking ...
Choose To Treat Trust Like A Flower.
I choose to trust other women in my path because it lightens my heart and mind, robbing my demons of their favorite drugs: fear and insecurity.
The Black Silk Flower In My Hair: Bravery, Shame & The Feminine.
I was reminded that shame may always be a companion, that no matter what I do, I can’t wholly undo shame. I don’t blame her, how could I? This is the air we breathe, the water we drink, fault and origin are less relevant than figuring how to feel ashamed and live your life anyway.
My Scar Wants To Talk.
Even if you discuss ideas and content that books have been written about, it will never be the same thing as when it is expressed through the original being that you are. When you peel off the voices of others that have accumulated and calcified, you bring out your own voice.
Froid: Running Free And Wild With Flowers In My Hair.
I will run for hope -- against emotional trauma, eating disorders, domestic violence, and for education. I will run for love.
This Is For You, Gypsy Soul.
For the souls who have remembered -- the souls who felt there is a mission in their lives and don’t tremble to take the steps their brave hearts dictate. This is for the rainbow kids who have grown, and who walk the earth from the four directions with joyful hearts and clear eyes.