Leonie Orton, Author at Rebelle Society

I Just Goddess-Fucked My Husband.

Can you show up, just for sex, just this once, and make the choice to leave out your anger, frustration, your partner’s bad habits, and that time your mom told you something ego-based and not true about yourself but you believed it?

art

How to Overcome the Fear of Failure: Living in Permanent Beta.

There is nothing to fear about failure because it is not an indictment on our capability and potential -- it is simply an evaluation of our progress.

art

Be a Better Storyteller: The Three ‘C’s Everyone Should Follow When It Comes to Self-Expression.

Recognizing that you are a storyteller, and that your stories matter, I challenge you to be a conscious storyteller. These are a few thoughts on how to be a better storyteller and participant in the narratives around us.

poetry

My Life as a Raindrop. {poetry}

Watching the rainfall I was deeply moved, I suddenly felt one with the rain -- just like a raindrop falling from the familiar sky into the unknown, afraid and alone, unaware of the role it will eventually play, till one day it evaporates home.

you & me

Childhood Memories: See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me.

Sometimes, he even likes to sing along, “See me, Feel me, Touch me, Heal me.” The words stir a wellspring of inner emotion, as clear, cleansing waters of feeling course through him. For a moment, the world feels less burdened.

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The List. {fiction}

I wrote my list: A wide and ready smile, a great sense of humor and a lot of patience, a loving father, a kind person, a generous lover, a hardworking man with a steady income, not too flashy but handsome, good with pets, not obsessed with sports, warm hands, likes dancing and camping, laughs ...

wellness

Well-Informed Mindfulness: Must We Not All Be Carers?

Mindfulness is only productive when well-informed, focused and relatively selfless. I would never force a meat-eater to go vegetarian, but I may encourage them to eat healthily. Nor would I stop a smoker who chooses to smoke because they may have their reason to erode themselves, a reason they ...

you & me

I Trust You: An Apology Letter to My Heart.

Ours was the home friends gravitated to. Where the door was always open and some homemade delicious meal to feed an army was baking in the oven. It was a place in which it was impossible not to feel a heart full of love and peace.

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My Inner Child. {poetry}

My emotional neediness, low self-esteem, need for approval, fear of being abandoned, pattern of comfort-eating, fear of public speaking were just a few of these patterns I found rooted in the psyche of the child within.