When Your Lover Is in Hell. {poetry}
When your lover in hell, it’s often the gateway to heaven... it is only through surviving darkness side by side, showing up no matter what.
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Bekah Finch
You Never Know When the Underworld Will Call. {poetry}
The next time you realize that you have been drawn, dragged, danced into the underworld, remember, this is the oldest ceremony.
Child-Led Towards Liberation.
My son is nearing his third birthday... I watch my child sleep -- still in my arms, still at my breast -- and I question my behavior in the day that passed. Did I offer enough attention, affection and healthy stimulation? Would he be better off in preschool or if I'd sleep-trained at six months ...
Dark Side Of The Full Mother Moon.
My plea, to my sisters of all phases on this lifetimes-long lunar web: Don't pretend not to see me... even when I'm losing it in the park at my kid, or mine is the child throwing a tantrum at the grocery store. Don't imagine, just because in this moment you shine, that you won't have to face an ...