The Eyes of Your Soul Know the Way Home.
You gather the few respectable garments worth keeping, and crawl back home, bloody, tattered, brokenhearted. Picking up pieces of you along the way.
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Leahanne Woods Smith
Summer’s End. {poetry}
The dragonflies are either fat or pregnant tonight,
or maybe like me,
they’ve stuffed themselves on every summer sparkle
and now they’re drunken...
This Being Human: Aligning with the Heartbeat of the Earth.
Reclaiming this body is staking a claim against the patriarchy's war on the wisdom and nurturing and grounding nature of the earth. The earth of yourself.
Living Real: Remembering What It Means to Follow Our Intuition.
Living real means recognizing that all of us at one time or another will mess up. We're going to be a part of the conditions that cause hurt for others.
Exposing Myself: I Have a Port, And I Am Proud of My Body.
This article is meant to educate the individuals who do not know what a port is, have never seen one, or assume it's something it surely is not.
All Creation Is Imbued With A Divine Spirit.
In philosophical terminology, a system that embraces all creation as sacred and divine is called pantheistic, and Eriugena was accused of being a pantheist.
An Almost Kind of Love: You Never Quite Get There.
There are no promises in an almost kind of love. You get half-commitments and loose plans, but overall it is too fluid to be anything solid.
Do I Really Know? {poetry}
Do I, a singular human, truly know the whole story? Is it possible that evolution is happening in the wake of destruction?
People Are Lonely: Musings On The Craving For Meaningful Connection.
People are lonely, we need touch, we need tenderness, we need to be held, just like a baby who needs affection to thrive.
How A Breakup With My Long-Term Lover Cracked My Heart Open.
There are a lot of beliefs of how breakups should be. We tossed out all the etiquette, felt all the feelings together, and stayed really connected.