A Love Note to Fear. {poetry}
I thank you, my fear.
Without your guidance
I would never know what it’s like to rise from the burning ashes
The fire I thought would surely destroy me.
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Your Signature Reads like Heartache, but It’s Powerful.
What I want to say is too much, too raw. The thing is, beautiful one, that your signature is one of the more stunning and real and powerful I’ve seen.
Holding On, Letting Go, or So Much Bullshit. {poetry}
At the meditation retreat,
I cried in the shower.
I cried for so much bullshit.
raw and exposed,
and feeling so close
to something real and constant,
I let loose.
Minding My Normal: Peaceful, But a Bit of a Job.
My husband and my children do not subscribe to my pages upon pages of thoughts and poetry and observations. They are loving and supportive, and they most likely skim my wordy musings from time to time. I can only imagine that there are minor moments of clarity for them as they read, if they ...
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 ...
Raw Vegan Chocolate-Lemon Torte. {recipe}
Vegan cooking can seem overwhelming at first, because even if the ingredients are simple, most of us don’t have them at home. But after almost three years of experimenting with vegetarian and vegan cuisine, I can assure everybody that it’s easier than breathing. I never use secret vegan ...
Staying In The Present Moment: I Won’t Be A Victim, I’ll Overcome.
When you live under the shadow of comparisons to other human beings, the pressure of expectations you just can't fulfill, or know of videos on the internet of people torturing their kids, their pets. When you see the limits people set to not give or share, and the length greed takes. The bombs ...
To The Women On The Brink Of Breaking. {poetry}
I am a woman; I don’t need to be showered, cuddled or kissed
I missed the commercials which informed us to be weak
I’ll speak my mind
Take Off Your Mask And Show Me Your Soul.
The masks may have been a coping mechanism, to help shield you from a confusing world, but ultimately they are a cage. They are there to corral that spark of exuberant life that just doesn’t quite meet society’s standards of acceptable. They separate you from the aliveness inherent in your own soul.
Being Raw & Vulnerable With The Wolf At The Door.
Courage moves through the chaos, one steady step at a time. Your heartache is like a free fall. You can scramble to fill the void, grabbing for whatever fix you can to numb the jagged edges. You can also persevere with quiet dignity. In every moment there are choices, even in survival mode.