The Fall Over My Edge Calls to Me, Yet Frightens Me.
I tend to live not on the edge, which would sound so much more enticing, but in the heat of my own want. There I am choked by desire and summoned by guilt.
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The Splendor of Sexual Fantasy.
When growing up in our society, we experience many different types of shaming messages about sex, and often this shame can be brought right to the surface when faced with a desire or fantasy that you don’t want to have, but at the same time, is an authentic desire. This situation is when it ...
Safety or Sanity? I Choose the Latter.
I can fend off my power, push it away, swallow it down for some time, but I know it will rise up of its own accord, and if I don’t let it out, it will collapse me.
Don’t Turn Away: The Initiation of America.
And that is the whole point of the initiatory process. It comes crashing into our lives to dismantle and reorganize the status quo when the situation has become unbalanced, unsustainable; when we have been living unconsciously, blind to even our own machinations. It forces us to look ...
Can You Imagine Not Doing What You Were Born to Do?
I also cannot imagine working within four walls, where all of my creativity and ideas will die, and I cannot imagine a life without my passions and freedom, in any sense of the word freedom -- mental, physical and creative. I intend to follow my dreams instead of creating a life full of regrets ...
Invoking the Red Tent: A Vow to My Wounded Sex.
I feel a snake, uncoiling; an energy, unfolding. I see an earthen star forming the five points -- the rooted stakes -- of my hearth’s tent. I see it rise, solid and strong. Stoic, in a way, as it holds within its walls all of the mysteries, the atrocities, the stories and the epiphanies leading ...
I Don’t Want To Be A Well-Kept Woman With White Privilege.
I’m noticing how easy it is to lose passion in happiness. The fairytale’s complete, now what? It’s just comfort upon comfort upon comfort, and all of a sudden there are a thousand nuances overlooked, and I’m worlds away from him, feeling like I need to run, jump, dive, ski, swim, anything to ...
Cutting The Head Off The Mediocre Monster.
Were you caged as I was? Comfortable in the way you were living, and not really hungering for anything new? Were you pulled out of it against your will? Did you rebel? Are you eternally grateful to who- or what- ever showed you a different way of being?
4 Ways To Practice Love In The Time Of War.
How do we speak, not to the defenses and the armor, the puffed chests and bolstered cases, but to the innocent creatures beneath, rattled and confused? How do we step into the battlefield with curiosity, not to fight, but to call one another home? How do we call each other back to our own ...
My Banging-Around Heart: Growing Up Unseen.
It is terrifying, arduous and painful work to discover, accept, and embrace all of who you really are, to let go of the story of being unseen, and to leave behind the paradoxical safety and comfort zone of your chaotic banging-around pain. It may feel insurmountable or impossible to believe ...