The Goddess Bath: A Self-Love Ritual.
Worship and nourish your inner goddess. Drawing a bath is the perfect way to love yourself. Make it more than a habit. Make it a ritual.
Browsing Tag:
rose
Learn That Flowers and Love Need Not Have Prickles.
We learn that no amount of heartbreak will ever make us forget who the fuck we are, what we bring to the table, and just how amazing we all are.
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Four: Crimson Rose}
Crimson is the color associated with our true nature, just as blood is the source of our body’s essence, keeping it healthy, nurtured and strong.
Trust. {poetry}
Trust is not about whether another person loves you,
but rather about knowing your own self-worth,
all the way down to your bones.
Silence, Depth, and Desire: Noticing the Contrasts in Things.
I realized this is what I love most... tuning into the tucked-away things that are actually often the most real things in the room.
Mystic Rose: My Magical Journey to India.
I phoned an airline. And wouldn’t you know, the job where so much self-misery was manufactured had also earned me enough miles for a free flight to India.
Rosé. {poetry}
Rosé is wildlike
Stays up late, howls at mauve moons
Sits with splayed legs on bare earth
Beside queens in silk doubloons
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 ...