A Word to Describe the Evolution of the Heart.
I felt like a cell in a body. I'm always in awe of what nature makes and where the Universe takes me. My word to describe it: Surrender.
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love
The Procrastinator: There Once Was a Man Who Would Try.
The man saw the aunt as a young woman, held in the same way by her mother and aunts, adored and cossetted and safe and secure in her position in the world.
I’m My Priority Now: This Is What Self-Love Looks Like.
I’m here to love me now... I’ve closed the door on him, and if he’s out in the cold, sick, sad and old, it was his conscious choice, not mine.
Daring to Grieve Together: A Response to Death in the Tree of Life.
I want this daring to slow down amidst chaos... to reach for one another to say, “Hello, I am here, I don’t have the answer, but I will stand with you.”
Love Before, Not After, Meeting Your Mate.
We have an extraordinarily backwards, and very dysfunctional, way of looking at love. We think it's something we direct at someone or something.
Pleading Love. {poetry}
Flashing thoughts make you look twice into the distance...
Even your restlessness is my love knocking,
hoping you’ll invite me in.
Love Your Perfectly Imperfect Body.
My worth is determined by me. Society does not get to define my beauty... I love everything this body does for me, oftentimes without my conscious effort.
Our Quest for Love.
Rather than criticizing ourselves, however, we could look at our actions as a quest for love. It is our inner child trying to get their needs met.
Why I Didn’t Report: Become Your Story’s Steward Rather Than Its Hostage.
Survivors witness and feel beneath the story... Fragmented, often locked away in an unconscious vault; we banish pain in order to survive it.
In the Wilderness. {poetry}
I felt like a hooded child
in the wilderness
who’d thought she could entreat wolves
I have never forgotten this
little as it was:
the shame...
