The Gift of Your Genius. {poetry}
I just wish you knew
the rest of us were there too,
in the caves, up the trees, in the holes
in the ground,
in the shadow of our own genius.
Browsing Tag:
shadow
Navigating the Unknown and Opening to the Message of Dreams.
My shame had been holding me back my entire life, and I just couldn’t afford to be its bitch any longer. But I didn’t know how I would do it.
Kali Yuga and the Dark Medicine of the New Moon.
When we willingly meet our shadow and offer it compassion, it no longer has the power to cause harm, and instead becomes another part of the whole. The concept of oneness that we are taught through plant medicine, Yoga and other spiritual practices becomes embodied wisdom, sunk deep into our ...
Temptation of the Priestess: Lusting for the Most Holy Devil.
Here, in the realm of fallen angels, I am accepted into your warm arms as a freak and heathen, and you are permitted entry into the temple of my body as the Holy Shadow.
Why the World Needs Your Light More Than Ever, and What to Do About It.
The light doesn't say to the shadow 'You're bad, go away now', but instead envelops it in a warm embrace, and the shadow naturally dissolves into the light.
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 ...
The 7 Deadly Sins of the Wild Woman: Flawed to Perfection.
The deadliest sins of the wild woman are far more loathsome than those committed against any external deity, for they are those she commits against herself.
Kali’s Shadow. {poetry}
I want to dance with Kali’s shadow, in the darkness with my eyes closed.
I want to feel into this power with tentative talons, self-conscious of my raw unbound body.
Learning to Be Well: Detecting and Dismantling Fear-Based Manipulation.
Anansi and the Maroon and indigenous dwellers of the jungle had indirectly taught me that my 'primitive brain' and instinctual self, contrary to popular Western belief, were not ruled by fear and existential angst.
The Dreadful Shadows of the Wild Woman: A Necessary 3-Course Nightmare.
She can accept the ugly shadows as parts of her but not this cosmic blessing kneeling before her. Still, she does as she is told, nourishing herself with the Shadow of Divinity; she tastes like sacred nectar and ceremonial chocolate. She tastes like holy water and the body of the Magdalene.