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Feeling My Emotions Was an Art I Had to Learn How to Embrace.

When you give yourself permission to use your gifts, and to stand in your own power and feel your emotions, you give everyone else permission to use their gifts and stand in their power and feel all their emotions, and to me, that’s what the world needs: more people expressing everything, their ...

art

When Did We Lose Our Dreams?

You are always ready to dig deeper, to do that art project, to quit your job and go hiking for six months, to move across the country, to apologize to your beau, to call your estranged parent, to kiss your crush, to dance in public, to read your poems, to start that habit, to ask that person to ...

you & me

Quest For Connection: The Call To Intimacy.

When I was a child, my family connected through false means. Joint ideals, beliefs, niceties that we wore as the face of a family with strong connections to self and society. We were seen as a good family, bright kids, churchgoers, involved parents and helpful neighbors. We were connected ...

wisdom

Things I Know Today: I Am Scared And I’m Alive.

I've spent long hours trying to untangle unknown grief, the world's and mine, without ever really understanding that it is not meant to be untangled but explored and experienced. Studied and seen. My heart will be both soothed and scalded, each emotion has a place.

art

Dirty Shamana. {book preview}

When forced to meet the people buying my art for thousands of dollars, I felt intensely uncomfortable. They were too clean. Too reserved. Too shiny. Not my people.

art

We Are Gathered Here Today To Get Through This Thing Called Life.

2016 is pushing these people front and center saying, “Look! Look what’s happened! Feel the grief you’re feeling, because it’s going to make you reflect. It’s going to make you remember why you loved this person so much; how their music made you feel; how this person’s very existence healed you ...

poetry

Let’s Go Back There. {poetry}

Yes, let's go back there Where there are no rules Just passion and desire

poetry

A Holy Rhythm. {poetry}

To age he finally cries Cruelly, he limps atop time, crippled only in the throes of its touch Fighting and fleeing the throngs that have descended into its cold and callused crypt

sex

Under The Dream Tree. {poetry}

My favorite work of art, is you in my embrace, Is us, together, in this ecstatic form, under the Dream Tree

world

Rebirthing Balance: International Women’s Day.

We must raise our world, borne of the Earth, created equally by both women and men from the seeds planted in our collective imaginations eons ago and rooted so firmly into our humanity as to have taken hold deep within our intuition. Care for our creation is the responsibility we share. I ...

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