Imagine stepping into a lush forest of ancient trees, footfalls softened by lichen. The dappled sunlight reveals a clearing nestled in the heart of the forest. In the midst of it all is your inner wild woman. She beckons to us from an instinctual place deep within the soul, and walks us ...
And so I thought it was him, that I needed him, and that delusional lesson got flattened into my soul and I never knew it until I grew up, started doing some difficult inner work, and untangled this ancient, hallucinatory knot that got me stuck, and tied up and twisted into a piece of ...
Let the mad onlookers point and stare, for they wish they were us,
encumbered and enlightened, by this strange yet glorious existence,
of human, spirit soul-speaking, ultimate.
I see your hurt and hunger. I support your right to stand up and be counted. I champion your individuality and unique glory. For every scar that is stamped onto your being, a remnant makes its way to mine.
I found the courage to be vulnerable, to let my softness find the solutions that this hard world could not find. To let my intuition guide me when my rational mind seems to be lost. To allow my senses to feel, and long for beauty to impregnate all I create. I found the courage to love ...
Were you caged as I was? Comfortable in the way you were living, and not really hungering for anything new? Were you pulled out of it against your will? Did you rebel? Are you eternally grateful to who- or what- ever showed you a different way of being?
We are intense in everything that we do, this includes brooding. We will scare you and you will not understand where we’ve disappeared to, what deep chasm within ourselves we’ve slipped into to find solitude and room to expand; where we find the silence to think. Love us there, in that dark ...
As her friend, you must offer your patience. As a lover, you must offer your heart and surrender to hers. As her parent, you must grow accepting of how she sets herself apart from the original tribe who created her.