Rage is not hate. Hate emerges from rage not recognized, responsibility not taken, the projection of blame for one's own suffering onto others who are not to blame.
Welcome to dark night of your soul, Witch; it will be over soon. Let these fae feast on all of your old, outmoded ways of being in the world. Face your fears, and fix your gaze on the Beltane moon. Whatever you do, do not run from the torment, and do not lose faith in the worth of your ...
When forced to meet the people buying my art for thousands of dollars, I felt intensely uncomfortable. They were too clean. Too reserved. Too shiny. Not my people.
As I write these words, it has now been three months since my brother passed away, and I find myself standing on the precipice of spring looking back over my shoulder at the steps I have journeyed since. They are jagged and disparate, crooked and uneven with no order to them other then they are ...
I absolutely love the field I’m in, and will keep fighting to make a difference in that sector. It’s just that when I stand at the front of a class, I want to talk about all of the other stuff that bounces around in my head all week long -- stuff like creativity, connection, kindness, ...
In my direct personal experience, abuse of any sort is cyclical. Via forces of both nature and nurture (or the lack thereof), it gets passed from one generation to the next. Abruptly turning one's back upon it can be a necessary self-protective measure. However, the systematic adoption of this ...
In my dance of stillness, I discovered many layers of unprocessed grief. I lovingly held and witnessed myself while traversing through every single one of them. As I fed these layers of grief to the fire of transformation, I began to notice more spaciousness within me. In this spaciousness, it ...
We must raise our world, borne of the Earth, created equally by both women and men from the seeds planted in our collective imaginations eons ago and rooted so firmly into our humanity as to have taken hold deep within our intuition. Care for our creation is the responsibility we share. I ...
There was an angel there today. Was just a man -- olive-skinned, radiating supernovas swirling like sunspots. I watched him there smiling. Brown leather sandals, a nylon cord sneaking inside his shirt, and I wondered what was on the other end of it. I saw hieroglyphic tattoos poking out of the ...