You Are Not On This Earth To Be A Living Apology
No more apologies. Not one more. You are not on this earth to be a living apology. None of us are. Yes. We fuck up. Every last one of us. And yes, there is grounding to be found in committing to the hard and holy work of trying to make it...
It’s time to stop waiting for permission
Where are you still waiting for permission? To leave, to run, to quit, to stop, to yell, to get angry, to rejoice, to dance, to sing, to fuck, to break, to mend, to come undone, to end, to begin, to scream, to cast spells, to call in what you want, to lay it all down,...
2021 Prescription
No new years resolutions for me this year.No flowery poetry.No broad declarations or rash promises or wild intentions.Not a single promise to the universe or to another. Just my own prescription for wholeness.By me. For me. Nothing but a steady reminder & a wild...
pleasure is the *ultimate* muse.
truth: pleasure is the *ultimate* muse. Tell me this:When is the last time you felt good? Really good. Down to your bones. When did you last taste your own ecstasy, take it into your mouth and swallow it into your being? How long has it been since your skin sang a...