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.
Bohemian Horoscopes: August 2019.
Jupiter turns direct on August 11, when your Sag joie de vivre starts to return. The mid-month Full Moon fires up your passion for local community projects.
Lose The Narrative: My Ashtanga talk with Eddie Stern.
There is no extinction to one's personal narrative in yoga, only the causal or karmic effects of one's actions carrying over into another body.
Regret and I Are Parting Ways Today.
Each time the illusions fell down, unable to stand up to my scrutiny, I made the resultant wounds into my loyal Sentinels of Regret.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Seven. {fiction}
I had spent the night tossing and turning, trying to think clearly, trying to remain rational. The Slavers weren’t going to kill another person I loved.
Forgive Yourself for Your Past, and Love Yourself.
By imagining my love for myself as a living being that needs safety, my tendency to be codependent becomes a healthy relationship with myself.
A Manifesto for Breathing. {poetry}
Let breathing be your escape from the solidness, allow emptiness to mold the circumference of the looking glass you have longed to perceive the view through