Cultivating a New Way of Listening to Herself.
Her absence in others' lives was a time she took to cultivate a close relationship with herself. This relationship is one she works at daily.
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For All the Girls in Red. {poetry}
The girl in red will... rise again and again,
Rapunzel weaving your hatred into gold.
No matter how many times you twist her
Wrists or her words...
Has Anyone Seen My Soul?
“Be true to yourself,” her soul now whispered to her. “You’ve spent far too long trying to please others, to follow someone else’s path..."
How to Navigate Painful Changes.
My knowledge, insights, and skills didn’t rain from glitter-filled clouds from the night skies while angels sang me to sleep. Painful experiences shaped me.
Lessons from My Gnome Walk.
My inner gnome is a one-foot-tall, short-legged, pot-bellied, always naked (save for a hula hoop of leaves around his waist that do nothing to hide his nether regions), playfully short-tempered, grumpy, and giggly child with a beard. And all this inner gnome wants to do is go out into ...
Thoughts on Young Love and Sexual Discovery.
Despite the societal and religious messages that equate sexuality with profanity, sexual energy is sacred. It is the energy that creates and sustains life.
I’m Still Broken, But I’m Done Hiding.
I was broken, and pretending I was not. He was doing just the same. Together we were a train-wreck, hiding our pain in alcohol, clinging to each other.
I March on Towards the Spaces in Freedom.
I want to be open to receive all of the life that breathes in spaces surrounding me, and... harvest every single gift that I can from the moment.
Stepping into the Fire: I See the Father Wound.
I see this wound reflected in racism, sexism and heterosexism. I see this wound reflected in every rape, every hate crime, and every act of violence.
Lamplighter Wallah, I Am Forever in Your Debt.
I remember the lamplighter on the river Ganges in India. Every evening for over 50 years, this man has lit the lamps along the Ghats.