You don’t have to go through a brain injury to experience death and rebirth. Break-ups, divorces, even getting fired from a job, are like little deaths that pull the rug out from beneath us.
Embracing all of us also returns us to our humanity. Our humility. Our hearts. And if the world needs a resurrection of heart-driven humanity, it’s now.
So why do I beat myself up? Why don’t I allow the release? As a healer, I know that you must release to receive, and you must open and heal in order to live a more fulfilling and powerful life. But I am also human, and most definitely living a human existence with human emotions. I’m no saint! ...
I realize now, looking back at my journey of transformation, which felt more as a transmutation -- a death/rebirth process -- what I went through was an energetic, alchemical process that changed my whole consciousness and, consequently, my self-identity, the process akin to what a caterpillar ...
We must raise our world, borne of the Earth, created equally by both women and men from the seeds planted in our collective imaginations eons ago and rooted so firmly into our humanity as to have taken hold deep within our intuition. Care for our creation is the responsibility we share. I ...
Did I come back to make restitution for the horror of being destroyed in a sacred building and to tell my story? I am not sure -- and yet there is a slight comfort in being able to place my unease with something somewhat tangible.
And when I had expelled all of my prejudices, my disdain and my failures, I then sat up and heaved forth every needle pinch to skin and each bleed of my heart. When I opened my mouth, with head held back, as that of a woman, crazed, I wailed and then let out my breath and fell back, destroyed.
I will teach my daughter to have faith in many things. Let her know that God is not a requirement. I will teach her that the gender of whom she loves is up to her, And that she decides whom she spends her life with.