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 ...
My love is a chaos endured by a ritual of blood, sweat and tears... as a willingness to hold space for your tomorrow because you are unable to rise in your love today. Oh yes, such love is being brave enough to tattoo your soul with its higher vibration. Feeling it. Beyond rationality. Beyond ...