On Healing Your Own Heart.
You’ll find that your heart has grown in size, and has stretch marks from when you crawled inside it, safe in its enveloping shelter as you prepared to give birth to your newest self.
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Telling the Story of My Heart.
I got on stage and told the hundred-plus people in the audience the story of my heart. How it felt growing up. How it felt to get a pacemaker. How it felt to keep my story inside. And this honest truth: that sometimes it’s easy to love my heart, and sometimes it’s not.
The Deliciously Alive, Broken Open Heart.
A deliciously alive, broken open heart is a revolution. And it is what you are for, as a human being. Your torn open and glistening heart is a wild, throbbing portal to aliveness, to living a life with your own freaky artistry. Imagine that.
Piercing the Veil: Scorpio’s Samhain Descent. {Cosmic Connection}
It is, after all, the season of Samhain. The season of darkness. The season that gives us the opportunity to recede and reflect.
Art to Heart: Healing the Core of Addiction.
Art therapy has two goals. First, it aims to give patients an avenue to release their stress and other anxieties. Second, it aims to help our patients get grounded and believe that their addiction is just a roadblock they can overcome.
Hunter’s Full Moon: Building the Bonfires of Reclamation. {Cosmic Connection}
Stoke the raging inferno with what it desires most: your stagnation, your lies, your excuses, your denials. Your weakness in the face of all that is calling for you to stop hiding from your power and start wielding it like those weapons you’ve just laid to rest; it is in the laying of these ...
Sowing the Seeds of Seasonal Death: The Divine Darkness of the New, Black Moon. {Cosmic Connection}
Offer your grandest struggles as fodder for your brightest future, and then release it to this New, Black Luna -- void of detachment, and full of expectant, grateful, weightless allowance.
Slow Stanzas of Release Through the Stages of Grief: A Triptych. {poetry}
Your daughter remembers you
Holding you in her heart
That leads the way to where we are today
Run, Find Solace in the Enchanted Woodland of Shadowed Arts.
Your good nature opened the front door with the naïve hope that the sun shining through would brighten the veiled windows of their heart. Instead, their ego ushered you beyond the threshold of their attention and awareness. Evoked experience from a false guardian seeking to damage the core ...
Reclamation of Faith, Heart and Spirit.
My indoctrination had sorted me into a belief system that worshiped a patriarchal god whose texts subjugated women, enabling a patriarchal society where that subjugation could continue to varying degrees across the globe. And the funny thing is, for the longest time, I still wanted to believe ...