Sung Home: Chapter Forty Nine. {fiction}
The entire volume of the room, dozens of yards long, wide and vertically, held plants, some native ones that I recognized, and many others I didn’t.
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I Understand the Need for Victims, but I Refuse to Be One. {poetry}
I am less than whatever I’ve been accused of being, and I am more than what I’ve been given credit for, and the city is what I need it to be
Maybe I, and Not My Wife, Should Do the Breastfeeding.
I am under no illusion that breastfeeding feels easy. My wife worked very hard to keep her milk flowing and help our daughter begin to nurse again.
I Belong to This World, Not Another.
I was made for surrender and strength, flexibility and firmness... I belong to this complicated mess of an existence, and I belong in it with everyone.
Get Real, Grab Your Inner Excavation Tools.
Real inner work has to be done. Grab a pickaxe and start chipping away at the ugly shit you want to ignore. Invite those 'ugly' bits in for a chat.
Returning to Self Through the Twin Flame Reunion.
The twin flame reunion journey is actually all about You, and the reunion or unification of the Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine within you.
When Loss Strips You Bare of All That Is External.
No one cares about what you achieved, owned, or for that matter, lost. The only humiliation is in your mind. You are most beautiful when you are vulnerable.
Endless Rain Falling Without Mercy. {poetry}
the need to love bones... to drag to the bottom for answers without stopping to consider the futility of questions left floating on the surface
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Eight. {fiction}
Slowing down a bit as Victorio gained his feet, we cautiously wound our way eastward through an abandoned neighborhood, then south to the Makers' place.
Decolonizing the Maternal Bloodline.
Our sons and our brothers are connected to our bloodlines. If every one of us decolonizes our maternal clan, think of the guidance we would receive.