I have learned that my scars, both internal and external, are not something to be ashamed of. My scars are proof that I survived.
In finding balance, whether in a person or in a society, it is important that we strike a balance -- between yin and yang, feminine and masculine, receptivity and activity -- regardless of which gender we conform to (or not). It is in this balance that we become whole human beings.
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 ...
Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends. Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly! Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength! Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!
If I let myself run naked across this page, you will see me. I will be vulnerable. A deer in an open meadow with a bow and arrow pointed at my heart, or my jugular. I might stand wide-eyed and terrified of being laid to rest in a pool of my own blood-spill, or maimed to the point of crawling ...
That’s right, like many who have tried and failed spectacularly before me, I am setting myself a lofty and potentially unachievable New Year’s resolution. I will seek to purchase nothing new in 2016.
I long for a world where our words flow unburdened from our hearts and out of our mouths -- welcome as sunshine and ready as spring, warm as that first May day.