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My Mystic Journey From Loss to Living and Loving.

I couldn't see the light poking holes through my black state of mind. Chanting widens the holes until I can only see white, bright light streaming through the recesses of my mind.

you & me

I Can Love You Better Now.

I wanted to be close to you. I wanted to inhale your exhale. I wanted to see my reflection in your eyes. I wanted to be rattled by the vibration of your laugh. I wanted to be awakened by the rumble of your snore. But the cavernous space between us was filled with too many tries and apologies. ...

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Notes from a Woman Who Made Her own Rules: A Story of Self-Acceptance.

I reclaimed my health and left my job, embarking on a six-month trip to India and Bali. I volunteered at shelters, I practiced Yoga at the foothills of the Himalayas, and I worked through some of the emotional baggage that I'd accumulated. That baggage looked like divorce and bulimia. It looked ...

sex

From Shiver to Quiver, Dust to Lust.

I wonder what it’s like in your head, not just in your bed, where orgasms preside and emotional baggage is checked at the door. The bed you enter in the dark like a tornado, and escape from in the light like an illuminating lightning storm. The kind of storm one wants to get close to because of ...

troublemakers

How I Became A 19th Century British Lady Tyler Durden.

When I added the lovely extra letters to words like 'neighbour' and 'favourite', or went 'to hospital' or back 'to University', it did not feel fraudulent, but like a gleeful, mischievous sort of conceit.

baggage

My Mystic Journey From Loss to Living and Loving.

I Can Love You Better Now.

Notes from a Woman Who Made Her own Rules: A Story of Self-Acceptance.

From Shiver to Quiver, Dust to Lust.

How I Became A 19th Century British Lady Tyler Durden.

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