Caroline Stewart, Author at Rebelle Society

Recharging: Giving Myself Permission To Pause After Every Obstacle.

I sat myself down, had a talk with my unkind affliction, and made arrangements to order a new structure that could work for me. Who says we have to bear all our burdens, and bear them alone?

art

A Writer’s Dilemma: Do We Fear Balance?

When I asked my Ayurvedic practitioner if, once balanced, I would lose the ability to write, she assured me that, on the contrary, I would uncover a deeper story within, that of my true self emerging. That sounds nice to me. But, even if that doesn’t happen, even if I never write another word ...

wisdom

Reach: Finding The Light Of Grief.

I have wondered how many other people have suffered a tragic loss and found silence from people where solace should be... have had the experience of people not asking them how they are doing, of tiptoeing around the topic, of only talking about surface things, because they assume you don't want ...

you & me

Release Your Dead Weight And Soar.

Don’t waste your tears on those who don’t deserve it. Don’t chase or cry over anyone who doesn’t feel lucky to have you in their life.

happiness

I Finally Chose Me.

There were still feelings of sadness present after this epiphany, because I knew I had to have a discussion with another who was part of this particular situation. I knew they weren’t going to like my decision. However, the empowerment I felt trumped all feelings of grief and sadness, and it ...

art

Kisses Of Torn Truth: The Seduction Of A Creative Storm.

Only the knowing sky understands. Only the glittering rebel diamonds that sparkle through night clouds can truly know what it is to live with this beautiful darkness.

you & me

Detachment: Letting Go Of My Growing Children.

I tell myself that I need to detach in order to guide them in the highest way without letting myself be a roadblock to their independence.

art

The Ripple Effect Of Sharing Our Stories.

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 ...

wellness

Finding A New Normal And Healing On My Own Terms.

I tell you this not to gain your pity or to put down one way of healing vs. another. I am sharing this because it is a story of success. I am finding my own way of healing, and discovering that healing can happen on my terms and in my own time and doesn’t have to look like someone else’s.

you & me

A Mother’s Heart. {poetry}

It is my hope that my daughter and I will continue to live in the present and choose love over resentment. This poem, Mother’s Heart, was written for my daughter, whom I love with every drop of my being.

Caroline Stewart

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