Jumping in bed with the wound won’t be great, but at least you won’t get your hopes up. At least you’ll be safe from the vulnerability of being in the game.
We are programmed to crave chaos, pain, intensity. Many of us struggle with getting to the point of attracting love or really wanting it, because the other stuff is so damn addicting. We can blame the past. Stuff like sexual abuse, divorce, and a range of other losses we experience as kids, ...
If being honest when someone asks you 'How are you' is too taboo, let’s stop asking the question altogether. We all feel that pressure to be light, glazed over, and happy like a Barbie doll on downers, when we are all dying and waking up in equal measure. Give more energy and time to reality ...
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 ...
I offer that it is not just my body that you are attracted to, it is the sacred feminine energy I exude that you want, that you crave, that heals you. The fact that you can sense I get you, that you don’t have to pretend anymore. Go and demand that from your wife by being the sacred masculine ...
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 ...
When is the last time you knew that your ecstatic deep breaths ignite the very fire in your soul? That your own deepest pleasure is saving your life? The night you made love in the woods with the fireflies, a holy shroud around you both? You could not get enough, and you would beg for more. ...
There was a time in your life that you did the same shit... You walked away without even trying, without even communicating. Might have happened in third grade or just last year. You're not making allowances for behavior, you're just realizing that everyone does stupid hurtful things sometimes, ...
There is a lack of true heartfelt excitement: a forced 'coolness' to their voice and actions. When someone gushes to them that they have the same name, same spelling and everything, this type of leader looks away and rolls her eyes, sits in the corner talking to only a sacred few. This type of ...
I rose from the ashes of the underworld where I was banished to. I didn’t belong there, but many young girls lose themselves there, too ashamed to live on and face life. And that is why I speak today: for the families of the ones who didn’t survive, for those who did survive but lost joy in ...