Rebelle Society, Author at Rebelle Society

Is theirs a language in signs and vibration like the ripples across an ocean? I wonder, how do trees smile? Because when I see them, I do.

To me, ginger felt like the spine of a giant -- thick and formidable. Or maybe it was like the vine leading up to the giant.

He was more in love with me than any job, and if I didn’t go with him he’d stay... Someone who I felt was so precious to me felt the same.

I can only express the sensation I had as a girl when I’d blow on dandelions. I felt connected to my papa. I didn’t have to apologize for it.

How do we know how someone will respond to our true selves unless we are courageous enough to actually reveal it to them?

I dedicate each day to awareness that life is a precious exchange of energy, and I consciously choose what I wish to expand.

We talked about the flight. We talked about my plans to end my life. We made plans to save my life. I did a personal inventory.

We've developed tools to deal with the tension created in our systems between us and chronic grief. We seek out pleasure to escape the pain.

Poetry is both conduit and container of every emotion. It's almost as if enough words can make a kind of sense from a terrible loss. It can't.

Guide us as we seek to elevate our responses from judgment into discernment during these times that try parents’ souls.