Choose To Treat Trust Like A Flower.
I choose to trust other women in my path because it lightens my heart and mind, robbing my demons of their favorite drugs: fear and insecurity.
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My Way To Peace: Doing The Work In The Present Moment.
The peace, my peace, has always been there, deep within me. All I ever needed to do was trust that little girl, the little girl who carried around way more than she could possibly handle. Peace? There is more than one way to get there.
When The Story Changes.
Sometimes we have to let people go, even when we don’t want to, even if we never imagined a future without them. Sometimes we have no choice, so we have to make peace with that, as hard as it is. We can struggle against it, we can resist. Or we can set the other person free, and set ourselves ...
The Art Of Opening: Sing Into Being.
I looked up the symbol the coyote was speaking to me. The animal totem teaches how to live amidst paradox -- how to laugh, shapeshift, trust, be cunning and foolish, wise and yet stupid; ultimately how to not take it all so seriously. Known as the trickster, coyote medicine conjures childhood ...
The Wise And The Innocent: A Story Of Trust. {fiction}
The knife-edge teeth of the sharks -- who had once been their friends and accomplices in underwater adventures -- suddenly inspired fear. The midnight eyes of hawks and gulls -- who had once delighted the children with their dramatic displays of flight -- now reflected frightened stares. The ...
A Manifest(N)o: Clearing The Space For Yes To Manifest.
There are some scenarios where this shift to the positive is medicinal (while navigating a minor disappointment, for example), some where it would feel delusional (when grieving is necessary, there is no detour around it; the heavy heart needs our feeling and healing, and pretending that only ...
Dear Universe, Would You Like To Toss Me Around Some More?
You will find energy and strength that you never dreamed of, and you will find it where, like me, you might have expected it least -- in yourself.
Flow Happens When We Melt.
Tainted by my own mess, I had just cause to feel numb, unsure and insolent toward life, and I kept trying to bleed a bit more into a vial that couldn’t be filled. It soon became evident that clinging to resentment was too hard, and my results were more than redundant, cold and tiresome.
I Don’t Believe In Waiting…
What if we simply chose to take one step? A small one, a big one, any step. What if we listened to the small urges guiding us and took a break from listening to the arguments of our mind? The brain is so good at organizing, criticizing and judging -- always living in the past or some imagined ...
Go Mad For What You Believe In.
You must be mad enough, strong enough, brave enough, to turn inwardly. Everything you’ll ever need to create eternal passages of magic is already within your reach. Just close your eyes and trust. You must write like you’re obsessed.