Not Giving a F*ck in My Own Backyard.
I celebrate my body for giving me two healthy children, despite being pregnant four times... I celebrate my body on my yoga mat each day.
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naked
Can You Be Naked in the Shadows?
To create regularly in raw naked vulnerability, one must figure out how to be naked with approval. To be naked with one’s shadow, in the shadows.
Summer’s End. {poetry}
The dragonflies are either fat or pregnant tonight,
or maybe like me,
they’ve stuffed themselves on every summer sparkle
and now they’re drunken...
Surviving the Predator: A True Story. {Part Two}
Half the time I was his esteemed co-teacher, the other times I would be humiliated and shunned, or used as an example of a person with deep wounds.
Barefaced and Flawless: Embracing the Perfection of Natural Beauty.
Our flaws make us flawless. Our imperfections make us perfect. Our truth and vulnerability make us beautiful.
To My Sacred Sisters.
Travel to all the forgotten places. Dance naked beneath the shining starlight of your intuition. Rediscover the ancient mysteries drawn on the walls of your womb and the wisdom of the ever-changing scarlet tides of your blood. Step boldly into the long-suppressed fires of sacred anger, allowing ...
Naked Battlefield. {poetry}
On buses, languid women, two breasts exposed in sculpted perfection, whispering: they could be yours,
while in a nearby cafe, a breastfeeding woman is refused service and sent away, because here, we want no gross motherhood on display.
Gaia Will Unravel You.
Gaia will unravel you, and it will be fucking beautiful. You just have to actively surrender, and wholly accept what's waiting for -- and inside of -- you. You’ve got to consciously -- and daily -- choose the parting of the seas over the raging tsunamis. You’ve got to choose to follow your ...
Rebellion of the Wild Bitch in Wonderland: A Faery Tale.
The Wild Bitch shrugged; it mattered not the things they would say, for they would never see her now. On her way to town, she planned her acts of rebellion. First, she would dance bare-breasted in the fountain, then she would go to church and sing sacrilegious hymns about sex and she-gods. For ...
What Princesses Really Want. {poetry}
I do not want smooth marble castles,
I want mortar eaten away by nature.
I want the smell of wet moss and wood rot
To seep into my lover’s lair