A key reason the masculine in me is so wounded that he can't step up and catch my feminine when she falls is because he was not allowed to do his job when he most needed to in my life. Instead of being my inner hero, he became my wounded critic. He was castrated.
Love’s way touches us sweetly, reassures us, enfolds us in safety, even in the midst of the unknown. It makes the broken pieces beautiful, beautiful enough for us to love the edges back together and bathe the places where they touch in acceptance until every single scar glows with the dazzling ...
Kindness and compassion ran to our arms.
When we thought before we did not deserve the journey,
An inner voice kindly whispered,
“Go! Run and grab the opportunity to start over
and forgive yourself again.”
Daring to see and be seen by the naked eye calls for courage and leads to intimate liberation. Not because the body is the container of the soul, but because the body is the amalgam of your experience, your raw energy, and your will to live. When we capture this together, we capture the ...