When you're confined in a small space with a man whose movie is blaring, it can be hard to see the good in the man whose movie is blaring.
I'm saying it because for a long time I didn't think it was necessary to be better than good, because good for me was already better than most.
Grief and fury scoured her throat. “Don’t you understand? She was a good mom because she loved us, not because she never wanted anything else in her life!"
Somehow I’ve never felt like I was good enough. Good enough to be loved. Pretty enough. Not too fat. Just enough as I was, with no condition to it.
When I was good, I was a sensitive and sweet-blooded Witch indeed. My ethics were impeccable, and my magick was so diamond white it could blind an angel.
It is a contentious and unsettled time here in America. Our country remains divided, and emotions are running strong. Therefore it is especially important to take a deep breath and intentionally navigate our way through whatever is to come. Although it may be hard to see, from a ...
Congruent authenticity happens in the guts and bowels of your life. Being authentic is the grunt-work of the soul, of any deeply human, spiritual path. Being half here, half there, halfhearted, faking it to look good, strategizing to make things easier for your self — that’s the common way of ...