I Did Not… I Do Not… Want to Write This.
Speak the truth about what you see and feel, but only directly with those involved, and if you’re gonna write it down, clean it up first.
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Jemima House
9 Traits of a Strong Woman.
A strong woman will love you well and fully. Knowing who she is... results in a natural ebullience, a surplus, an overflow of pure life-force energy.
5 Ways to Honor Your Energy and Sensitivity.
Stop placing yourself in the line of fire for people and situations that sabotage your energy. Make decisions that are aligned with yourself.
Sharing Shakti: Empowerment Can Surely Save the World.
Just as keeping silent when someone else is being wronged fundamentally supports the perpetrator, staying silent while your own freedoms are being slowly eroded and infringed upon makes you party to your own ruin.
Deja Vu: The Magic Generated Between Us.
Although I favor elaborate existential deliberation to attempt understanding and translation of profound feelings, it is a rather excellent backdrop informing how we relate with each other, giving a grounding for romantic illusions whilst also drawing attention to the poignancy of our existence ...
5 Lessons For My Sisters — Loving A Free Man.
Despite the startling clarity of hindsight, I possess not one ounce of regret, because for the first time in a long time, I listened to the quiet, strong voice of instinct and allowed myself to be taken for the ride.
Become Beautifully Bold.
The biggest lie I ever swallowed was that I need to be selective with my love, with who I show my soul to, my self to. Protect, save and hoard my heart-treasures, my essence, and devise a complex set of criteria that require satisfying in an exact order before I slowly, and with great ...
Love vs Fear.
What would happen if you could put aside your fear for one day? One hour? Be drawn by the connections that come, feed that place of intrinsic love and let it be your guide… surrender to the unknowable order of things.
The difference between flying and falling. {poetry}
Choose the things that make your skin tingle, that scare you half to death,
that no one else would or could ever dream of.
Dive Into the Ocean.
I am wrenched open from the inside. Pulling, tensing, staying, struggling, pushing, contorted and tearful until ultimately I am cracked open. Light begins to appear. Layers are peeled. I become the wave. I am taken.