The Alchemy of Writing.
Writing is healing. It allows us to stream out, pour out, fall-on-our-ass-out, stumble our scrawl, or weave into the fibers, our silken fluidity.
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Megan Mulligan
Another Rainy Dawn. {fiction}
A small sunflower was blooming despite the constant rainy days. There was only one... it grew unaccompanied, but with conviction and certainty.
Grief Is the Salve: Season of the Fallen Flowers.
When we sit with our grief, it creates a canopy of leaves under which we can cry. Our fear is that the grief will overpower us and we’ll drown in our tears.
Doe Eyes. {spoken word poetry}
Doe eyes aren’t innocent, they’re pain and enlarged by sadness, so please stand back since you can’t hold me as tight as I’d like.
The Dull Brown Bird Who Knew. {poetry}
"Be the dull brown bird," they say, "let go of your magic." And so you do. Until one day, you find a feather a little different from the rest.
What I Want Is to Fly Without Fear.
I want my girl to remember what it feels like to fly through the air off that rope swing into the lake, and her squeals of uncensored delight.
The Ways of a Wild Woman.
A wild woman values ancient wisdom over formal education. She does not subscribe to any religion, doctrine or dogma. She does not need a preacher.
A Letter to the Beautiful Overthinker in You.
Make no mistake, there is so much beauty that is born in the mind of the overthinker, but, more often than not, there is also distress and anguish.
I Feel the Comfort of Fear and the Zing of Power.
I can dress my choices and actions up as pure and unsullied, but when I allow them to touch the full spectrum of me, they feel stronger.
Empowering Children to Care for Their World.
Although we love to receive our children’s care, we don’t need it. Expecting or depending upon children for love can become dysfunctional.