This Is the Story of Your Birth.
When a star burns up, it is total. It’s explosive. It’s chaos... You could not ask for a more beautiful death, and therefore, a more beautiful birth.
Browsing Tag:
shine
An Open Letter to the Weird Kid.
Don’t stop what you are doing. Don’t start conforming. Continue to be true to you. Be weird and misunderstood. We'll come around, eventually.
This Light of Mine.
It is not extinguishable. It cannot be held captive by your distorted view of the Divine. Its ownership cannot be assigned to you. It is now running from this room. It is fleeing this church, and it is coming home to the Church of My Body. It has lived through thousands of years of sinking, ...
Don’t Ask Me My Sign. {poetry}
Don’t ask me about my sun, my moon, my stars;
Don’t think they will teach you my triumphs and scars.
The truth you are seeking won’t come in a word.
The secrets I’m keeping will speak when I want them heard.
Don’t ask me my sign -- no, don’t ask me that yet.
Find Your Rage, Your Intelligent Fire of Wildness.
Rage is not hate. Hate emerges from rage not recognized, responsibility not taken, the projection of blame for one's own suffering onto others who are not to blame.
A People-Pleaser No More.
No more ringlets, pink cheeks and phony smiles bullshit. We owe it to ourselves, to our sisters, to our repressed grandmothers, to our mothers and to our daughters. We owe it to our fathers, to our brothers, to our husbands and to our sons to stand in our strength and shine like a massive ...
This Tricky Mind Of Mine, I’m Going To Let It Shine.
Find those things you like to do, even those guilty pleasures we have. If they help free your mind, go for that, but always get a shower of a thousand affirmations of your worth and a heartfelt declaration of your essence and your beautiful soul, because that is what your mind is craving for ...
A Manifest(N)o: Clearing The Space For Yes To Manifest.
There are some scenarios where this shift to the positive is medicinal (while navigating a minor disappointment, for example), some where it would feel delusional (when grieving is necessary, there is no detour around it; the heavy heart needs our feeling and healing, and pretending that only ...
All Of You — Let The World Have It.
... we belong in places where art is created, where music is heard with passion, and love is felt so deeply that it breaks our hearts just to know that it exists. We belong on trains -- to have the feeling of being alive; of feeding that place in our hearts that must be free. To be free… We are ...