Feel Everything: Day-After-Birthday Letter to Me and You.
Grant your soul permission to be here, to feel everything. Navigate with your heart as compass, intuition as guide, soul as travel partner.
Browsing Tag:
isolation
It’s the Presence of Reality That Helps You Heal.
Whatever is said anonymously can never fully feel true, because what is the point of a truth when it cannot be linked to reality?
A Letter to Those in Isolation for the First Time.
If this period of isolation teaches you one thing, let it be that you cannot let life slip away. Even if it’s hard, do things you’ll remember.
The North Teaches That Listening Is Its Own Prayer.
We have an opportunity, now, in isolation, to cultivate ourselves. To re-source our own sustainable sustenance moving forward.
They Came Knocking. {poetry}
“Remember that there is beauty to be found in madness.The darker the night, the brighter the stars.The rougher the Rapids, the smoother the stone.The greater the struggle, the deeper the love.” ~ A. R. Lucas Addiction. It came knocking. And I, without thinking, answered. I answered ...
When It Comes for You: Why Feeling Lonely Is to Be Human.
This is also the loneliness of not feeling seen. The isolation of not following the horde, of not always being understood.
I’m Taking Back ‘I Love You’. {fiction}
Once upon a time, 'I love you' was reserved for lovers. Sure, that’s the obvious one, but even that doesn’t fit all the time.
Why the Self-Help Industry Is Not Changing the World.
Whose freedom gets taken away so that you can experience a liberated life? Who suffers so that you can practice self-care? If you're free and others aren't, are you really free? What is freedom if only a few have access to it?
Primum Non Nocere (First, Do No Harm).
In a culture where we are meant to present this glistening image of ourselves or else hide away in the shadows, where we are meant to 'keep calm and carry on', where stoicism, perfectionism and progressive success reign supreme, I say, show us your tears, your anguish, your grief, you ...
I Chose What ‘Me’ Is.
My dad leaving, in no exaggeration, ripped a part out of my core. I have spent years focusing on stitching that gap. Therapy, Yoga, isolation from any friendship or relationship that triggers unwanted feelings. What I did not focus on is, when my mind wanders to that forest of doubt and ...