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Passing of a Goddess‏: A Story of Grief.

I tell you I love you in Greek over and over, and in English too. I tell you I just cannot stop telling you I love you. And every time your eyes flicker open, I make sure I send you my love through my eyes, fingers, through my breath, and I believe that you can do this. And when you stop ...

wisdom

Authenticity: Inhabiting Wildly Tender Revolution.

Congruent authenticity happens in the guts and bowels of your life. Being authentic is the grunt-work of the soul, of any deeply human, spiritual path. Being half here, half there, halfhearted, faking it to look good, strategizing to make things easier for your self — that’s the common way of ...

world

Let’s Jump Off the Facebook Soapbox, and into Each Others’ Arms‏.

I’ve vowed to do my best to get over there, to where someone is at, instead of waving my righteous middle finger of indignation. I try to be quick to ask questions, instead of being dismissive. I thought it was the man, it was the abuser, it was the religious person, it was the terrorist, it ...

happiness

Gratitude for Pain.

I'm tired because I cried for hours and hours and hours last night, tears streaming and soaking my pillow, and I woke with swollen eyes, still feeling sorry for myself, missing my partner, lamenting my children's misfortune, and feeling the depths of depression that have characterized my life ...

poetry

Bang the Drum: Elegy for the Grieving. {poetry}

Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends. Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly! Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength! Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!

you & me

Shadow Labor: Delivery with the Full Moon.

Now we’ve arrived at the Full Moon in Capricorn. This cycle is providing a portal of release, an opportunity to burn the pages bearing the faded ghosts of your old alphabet. Don’t worry, new letters will appear, but this time they’ll come in the form of symbols... the symbols that you used to ...

poetry

Blood in Ice, Ice in Blood. {poetry}

He is a kin with beggar’s blood dark and cold made elemental man.

poetry

The Beautiful Truth About Your Dying Day. {poetry}

If you don’t care, and you don’t feel like you have much to do in this life besides feeding yourself and finding somewhere to kill some time on the weekends, then it’s all cool. If you do want to make some waves, express yourself, and get some 'non-essential' awesome done, then tuning into the ...

world

A Birthing Day Reminiscence.

It was only a few days later that I would see my mother for the last time, gasping for breath, hooked up to machines. My sister was there. And she had a friend with her, a co-worker who neither I nor my mother had ever met. As I sat bedside with my mother, holding her hand, this stranger tells ...

art

In These Woods Alone: The Ecstatic Ache Of Creation.

The air grows heavy with the texture of sound, but the weight increases so slowly, so minutely, that if you walked into these woods alone you would begin to lose hold of your sanity, would wonder at the buzzing in your ears that fattens and develops into voices in your head as surely and as ...

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