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I Will Let Go Of My Darkness When The Time Is Right.

So, as the tears kept coming, I continued to notice the beauty all around me. In the place where it feels okay to let the waves of grief wash through my soul. Feeling the good and the bad, and not being afraid.

world

A Love Letter To Place, Space, And The Need To Come Home.

What I am saying is this. Give me something rough and unfinished, where your good intentions were smashed to unnecessary by your mouth speaking something true. Give me something with the roots still on, clung with dirt and tasting like forgiveness. Give me something I can hold in my sunburned ...

world

What If We Slowed Down?

At the end of the day, the results of today don't matter that much. They aren't our core. The story is still to be written tomorrow, and will always be. Sunsets are the mothers of dawns, aren't they?

you & me

We Are Created Of Love, By Love, To Love.

Some of us just need a stark awakening from the slumber, to uncover what we’ve always known deep down. We are love.

poetry

And We Would Fall In Love.

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yoga

Getting Comfortable In Your Sagging Skin.

I used to have a fantasy that aging stopped at the age you started practicing asana. I think this idea came from looking at Shiva Rea and Gurmukh Kaur Khalsa; both of them are radiant, and really, when you look at them they’re kind of ageless, aren’t they? I could never really figure out just ...

troublemakers

6 Sacred Shake-Ups Of The She-Revolution.

Art is an expression and translation of life from one to another, connecting the dots and merging one into all. Art resonates like the Universe; both are always speaking to us, and through us. Art is song, dance, beauty, nature, breath, imagery, paint, food, touch, kissing, poetry, pottery; it ...

wisdom

The Soft Season: The Beauty In Silence And Being Alone.

By Kari Farley

you & me

I Am Weird And Lovable And Kind: Being Numb Is No Longer An Option.

Poetry pours through the splitting holes and music runs through my hair. I chase the shadows scurrying and learn to silence the critical epilogue. Knowing, we are not an ending but living in a perpetual healing.

wisdom

How 1,001 Dragonflies & Tangerine Sunsets Serenaded My Soul.

As much as my soul is quenched by learning and exploring, it equally treasures a silent abyss where I can read for the joy of reading. I devour the smell and feel the delicate moth-like pages turn. I become the words and images. I am the book.

beauty

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