Rebelle Society

Even Rebels And Revolutionaries Need Routine.

Let’s revolutionize the routine. Let’s creatively and rebelliously fashion a transcontinental, transportable, convertible routine. Let us devote ourselves to finding fortitude amidst the flight-fatigue, harmony inside the hustle, clarity among the commotion and rest in the middle of this ...

you & me

The Tragedy Of Being Cool.

Girls, what if instead of limiting yourself to being pretty, well-dressed, sexy, or skinny, you could simply be genuinely loving, kind and compassionate? Boys, what if instead of limiting yourself to being macho, rich, or popular, you could simply allow yourself to be open, genuine, and maybe ...

world

When Something Is Good, It’s Never Gone.

The major component of my psyche is 'recall', and I urge you to tap into this as well. Who made you the person you are today? How did you get to where you are today? Why are you at this place today? And what you do from this point onward has all to do with these remembrances.

wisdom

The Difference Between Being ‘Not Wrong’ And ‘Being Right’.

You can spend your whole life developing the skill of not failing, and making decisions that are not wrong. It’s easier and it’s safer. But, how long will you put off what you’re capable of doing just to maintain what you’re currently doing?

troublemakers

I Lost You, My Friend, To The Fire Of Addiction.

You were the catalyst for a party or an excuse for a cocktail. When you walked into a room, the energy was electric, and no one but me saw your pain. I know you tried to prevent the wounds from bleeding and from being a huge mess, yet there wasn’t a Band-Aid big enough to stop the ...

wellness

Tar-Pit Angel, I Clip Your Bloody Wings: A Binding Spell For Heroin.

Heroin, I have looked pure evil in the eye more than once in this short lifetime of mine, but never have I seen a shadow more formidable than you. I will not bow to you, but I do fear you. I will never taste you, but I will call you an adversary most worthy.

art

Hot And Bothered By Passion.

In my dance of stillness, I discovered many layers of unprocessed grief. I lovingly held and witnessed myself while traversing through every single one of them. As I fed these layers of grief to the fire of transformation, I began to notice more spaciousness within me. In this spaciousness, it ...

troublemakers

Running With Scissors: Take Risks, But Avoid Danger.

I have given many sermons. I don’t like it when, after the message, people tell me that they liked my message or that I did a good job. What I would rather have them say is that they felt challenged or that I inspired them to make a change in their lives.

you & me

Sometimes We Have To Say Goodbye.

I am the music heard between the edges of wind and sea. I will speak and follow my deepest felt justices. My heart is an activist for voices unheard and unseen. I walk with the hurt and see into the dark. I listen and feel the stories untold. I am the dreams wrapped around my mug.

poetry

She Stood Alone On The Edge Of Darkness. {poetry}

The sun was setting, salmon clouds under a sky of Dodger blue, flocks of geese on a sprawling lawn. A waxing gibbous moon beckoned like she needed a guide, a divine light.

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