I Wanted to Be a Better Mother, But My Soul Unveiled Something Else.
I feel driven and inspired to write. That comes from a place that I can’t quite explain. It is what my soul craves, it is my is truth.
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Re-soul-ution: Calling Home the Wild Soul. {poetry}
But nothing, nothing can hold back the grief
As it crashes through my front door.
That flood, and that violent storm,
That takes away my home.
Walk with Grace Through the Dark Night of Your Soul.
This is a walk we all must take, and it is a rite of passage into clear awareness and an ability to make your mark in the way you are truly meant to.
I See Your Heart Ready to Explode.
I see a shadow of regret, a heaviness in the way you carry your body, the weight of all the things you’ve left unsaid, the hearts you were too afraid to touch, the hugs and human connection you have turned away.
Cultivating a Soul.
By cultivating a soul, any ordinary effort directed toward your life is lit on fire with total willpower. Those who draw their powers from within, and consistently, with discipline whose nature is infinite like a child, taste the juice of freedom from the fig of every moment.
This Is Why You Are Magic.
You are magic and it is you. It’s in the flick of your wrists when you’re getting ready to flail your arms in submission.
Love After the Descent: Venus Retrograde in Aries and Pisces.
The fears we encounter are much like the villains and monsters that Persephone befriends in the underworld. The illusion of Venus orbiting the Sun backwards is akin to the illusions we harbor around love and the things we value.
On Soul’s Revolutionary Road: Witnessing Another’s Unfolding.
Soul wants to sink us down into the ground of our being, where it's fecund and rich, damp and ripe, ready for flourishing, continually opening and deepening into more of who we are, and what we are here for. To do so, our soul needs a witness in the other. An empathic, fiercely loving, solidly ...
Shattering the Hall of Mirrors: Your Liberation Ritual.
I crush my eyes closed, refusing to see any more, wondering why I had been born at all if these reflections show even a shred of truth. Surely, I should remain here in this Hall of Mirrors until I die thirsty and heartbroken. Surely, I have broken my soul-contract and will never gift the world ...
The Mythopoetics of Sacrifice and Transformation: Breaking Free, Jungian Style.
We do this sort of heavy-lifting, soul-level excavating, deep-diving inner work to consciously disassemble, sever, re-member, and over time, integrate long-lost but reclaimed pieces of who we are -- to fully ensoul our self/Self.