My Gift to You. {poetry}
That quiet well-behaved girl found her voice
calling out in the night echoing her distress
don’t miss this gift
This is a beckoning of hearts
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The Gift of Your Genius. {poetry}
I just wish you knew
the rest of us were there too,
in the caves, up the trees, in the holes
in the ground,
in the shadow of our own genius.
This Is How We Love Now.
With the hope of something that will last without ever having to put in the work.
With the dream of a love like our grandparents.
The Five-Pointed Benediction: A Parting Gift for the Venerable Wild Child.
The Priestess pointed to the pentagram’s point at the top of her left breast and continued, her words preceded by rolling thunder: You are of the wild water, and your sexuality is yours and yours alone. Open your legs to the moonlight and let every star propose to you with Tantric fusion, for ...
Get High: Gifts from the Flightiest of Souls.
I looked to the tree, with half-closed eyes, and found it, my first bald eagle, there in Nature. It was unplanned, it was synchronistic, it was beautiful. The eagle stared back. The intention clearly just got a strong and clear confirmation.
You Did Not Come Here To Detach From What You Love Most. {poetry}
Your humanity is your gift.
Your humanity will save the earth.
Your humanity will save you.
The Gift Of Nothing.
A funeral’s a celebration though. We lose sight of that. A funeral can be a beautiful thing, calling to mind the heart of the journey; the victories; how we prevailed; those we touched; what we overcame and of course, who we became.
Dharma Is… : Curtain Walls, Rothko Paintings, And Butterflies.
When I stand alone on a hillcrest, watching the sun burn itself to sleep, and feel connection to something larger than my own story; when I breathe in Child’s Pose listening to Jeff Buckley’s 'Hallelujah' in my bedroom the night before yet 'another' eye surgery; when I sit on the gallery floor ...
Listening: A Way Of Gifting Your Own Heart With Undivided Attention.
The catalyst of rejection is life’s way of reminding you how other people are not always created to treat you better than you treat yourself. Instead, they help you practice treating yourself better by how lovingly you interact with them.
How Yoga As A Practice Liberated Me And Helped Me Receive Gifts of Pain.
I am not advocating for more pain or a reckless jumping into anything that would cause you, dear reader, or others, unnecessary suffering. Do take care, and please use common sense if managing chronic pain, and practicing Yoga.