My love is a chaos endured by a ritual of blood, sweat and tears... as a willingness to hold space for your tomorrow because you are unable to rise in your love today. Oh yes, such love is being brave enough to tattoo your soul with its higher vibration. Feeling it. Beyond rationality. Beyond ...
Easy to forget your vows is it when lost in mid-season doldrums, but on these days of transition -- the first warm morning in Spring, the first thickly humid thunderstorm in Summer, the first leaf-plucking wind in Autumn, and the first bitter snow of Winter -- on these days, you have no choice ...
The book had birds on the cover. It called me to what women once were. But the questions it asked made no sense. “What is the sound of a woman screaming with her hand over her mouth?” I didn’t know. There was a hand, alright. There just wasn't any screaming. How can you know what silence is ...
Each moment that any of us (and I mean any of us) sit in meditation, say a prayer, practice Yoga, count a mala or rosary bead, or even, simply take a mindful breath while skateboarding, hiking, making love or rocking out at a concert, truly benefits all beings.
“And were an epitaph to be my story
I’d have one ready for my own
I would have written of me on my stone
I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.” ~ Robert Frost