Transparent Sea, and All Its Colors and Shapes.
On the abysmal screen, where all hues of the visible light spectrum are swallowed, elusive shapes of my precious ones appear.
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To the Constant Female Warrior.
You manage your lover, clients, family, and friends who are always vying for your love and attention. You are a true female multitasking ninja warrior.
Armoring Myself: My Insight into Anticipation.
A protective layer in a physical sense occurred, and it took the shape of gold-plated armor covering me. Now this may sound odd, and before mental health services are called, I will go on to define what I mean.
When You’re Done Surviving, Remember to Live a Little.
You may not have known when, or even how, but you were clever enough to know that all things -- both good and bad -- do come to an end. So you pulled together all the courage you had, you put on your shiniest armor, and you bravely fought every battle... maybe even won the war. You may be ...
When You Meet That Mean Girl, Don’t Disregard Her Humanness.
It’s time to throw yourself a pity party. Your eyes get steely, distant and defeated. You say, with definitive cynicism, that Mean Girl is responsible for all your problems and your pain. You predict, with devastated finality, how Mean Girl will never leave you alone. She will continue to fuck ...
Come Now, Woman, into the Dark Night of Your Soul.
Let the vacuous darkness come and be birthed within its timeless womb. At last, remove your mask, your golden crown, your warring armor. Strip back all that you know and teeter at the edge, tempt your devastation with open palms of candy courage and roar at the wind that turns tricks in your ...
Which Whimsical Seuss-like Heart Do You Pick from Your Wardrobe?
I like to imagine I have a big wardrobe full of hearts. Some days I can choose one, almost whimsically, like a brightly colored scarf. Some days it is more complicated. I pretend these hearts are hung in a neat little row on pretty hangers, and tucked into drawers with sweetly scented sachets. ...
The Tale of the Beautifully Broken Maiden. {fiction}
As much as the fair Maiden stumbled and pushed and fought her way against the discomfort, the Knight would wait ever so patiently for her to surrender to the warmth he could, and wanted to, provide. She feared that kind of love, for she had never experienced such pureness. Such patience, coming ...
Take Off The Emotional Armor: Grow Organic Boundaries.
We must be exposed to grow new tissue, new life. When we have a wound in our body, no matter how deep it is, at some stage of the healing process we have to take off the bandages and expose it to the light. Then, the wound can heal, give birth to new cells, fresh and invigorating.
Love Magick For The Hardened Priestess: A Binding Spell For The Betrayed Heart.
Priestess, the wound will not heal if it cannot breathe. Shed your armor and bind not the external threats: the younger woman, the jealous friend, the fragile man, or the bitter mother. No, bind not the ones who betrayed you. Instead, bind your own fear-ridden urge to protect your ...