We Are the Stories We Tell Ourselves.
Our stories can unite nations, building unity and peace, or their force can destroy worlds. They can be weapons of mass instruction or destruction.
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Reflections: A Lost Love Letter.
I will love you more and more. I will forgive you, if that is what you need me to do. Today I bring to you compassion and tenderness.
The Liminal Era: A Survival Guide.
We must understand that when we live in a liminal era, we work within both the dark and the light; both states are necessary.
Romance Is Dead. Come, Let’s Dance on Its Grave.
Who needs romance when true Love has no labels? And Love is so much more than the all-consuming fire of physical attraction and intense chemistry.
Reclaiming Our Virginity: Restoring Our Power.
Become her once more. The virgin. For she has never left you. She can never be debased -- not by any man nor by any woman. She will not ever be spoilt. She cannot ever be marred by any religion nor by any culture. She cannot be contaminated. Not even by the touch of another. She is unblemished ...
What If Positivity, Light & Love Don’t Cut It?
Could you truly state -- in all your authenticity, standing there in your truth, firm in your own power and with your hand upon your beautiful heart -- that positivity, love and light are enough?
Sleeping with the Enemy: a Conversation with Self-Doubt.
I exist within you, and yet without you I cannot exist. I travel to you through many channels, yet your mind is the vessel I need to survive.
Once upon a Time: the Fiction of ‘Me’.
Am I a complex interplay of unique energies interacting with one another like an immense orchestra that -- when playing together in the exactly right way (either by some inexplicable miracle or by some beautiful design) -- create in a single moment one pure strand of vibration that perfectly ...
Embracing Passion: The Fist in the Velvet Glove.
Today Passion arrives adorned in the scarlet blaze of fury, yet swathed in her mantle of wisdom. It is not an iron fist she has encased in velvet gloves, because iron shatters far too easily. Her fists are Neutron stars. Upon her soft lips is a forbearing smile, but don’t be fooled! Behind her ...
Life Comes Full Circle: The Old Wolf-Woman And Youth.
Now she allowed herself to become what she had always been, bit by bit… transforming from tame woman to a wild and untamed wolf. One day, as she sat within her garden, she heard a sound. The high and sweet sound of Youth crashing through the woods, without a care or a thought. Beautiful and ...