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Blessed Be

Blessed be your longing. Your endless ache. Your sharp crystal shatter. Your sea glass heart. Blessed be the long, slow slide into desire. The swift plunging wound to the heart. The bleeding out onto the kitchen floor. (read more...)

The View From Savasana

The mind says ‘mistake. regret. punishment’. The heart speaks ‘long. ache. grieve’. The body pulses ‘want. want. want’
 Yoga answers ‘you are nothing but your breath. exhale’
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The Truth of a Woman Like Me

You want the truth of me right now? Tonight? Should I tell you that right now there is no compassionate mother in me. I am snarling and impatient and snappy. They pull me from this. And this is what compels me.  I don’t want to mother. Not right now. (read more...)[/x_text]

Staggering the Liminal Spaces:  A Love Letter For Women in Transition

This is not easy. I know that. When I look down the length of my own body I can still see the indentations of gravel on kneecaps from the time I spent on the hard ground, howling at the moon. (read more...)[/x_text]

Refuse to Compromise Your Wild Soul

I know you stand each morning, lift your face to the mirror and wage silent war on the skin and bones that hold you in this life.I know you do because I do too. (read more...)

Badass With a Side of Sacred Wisdom

I know you wear your heart on your sleeve.  I know that heart is pieced together from soft driftwood and tattered suitcases and old skeleton keys and the shards of pottery you’ve tucked in your pockets from all the things you’ve seen break along your journey. (read more...)

115 Ways to Heal Your Own Broken Open Heart

bless everything, even your regrets. accept your regrets and allow them to teach you. welcome admiration but decline the pedestal. make friends with your unmet hope and allow it to guide you. kiss your solitude and allow it to work through you. (read more...)

10 Quotes for Writers and Lovers and Speakers of Truth

It is in the words that I find meaning and give meaning. It is inside the words that I birth myself. Inside of the lines I untangle the ways to define and name and understand. They are my way in and my way out. They are both the map and the path my feet make on this earth. (read more...)

15 Things To Do When You Wake Up Sad On Your Birthday

1. When you wake and feel the sadness flood you, take a moment to honor your broken heart.  She is wise and powerful.  She is never anything but exactly what is needed. She will break and break and break again, and still choose love. (read more...)

Girl on Fire

there is a girl. she is wise and wary of flames. but still, she knows she will survive the fire. life scorches sometimes. she has been a phoenix before and every time she burns to ashes she knows exactly how to rise again (read more...)

10 Truths of the Writer’s Soul // Write the Fuck Out of Your Life

The stories burn for release.  We are writers by birth and by destiny and by intention. Not by choice. If we never scratched another word on a coffee shop napkin, this would not change.  A writer is not someone who does. A writer is someone who is.  (read more...)

And Still You Rise

We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. We’re all dirty and ragged. Rough edges and sharp corners. Fault lines and demolition zones. We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls.  (read more...)

Uncommon Sense: The Heart Loves What it Loves

Oh, sweet girl. Come here and sit with me for a minute. Right here, this chair has room for two. Rest your head. Let me wrap you in my arms.  Close your eyes. Take a breath. Now another. Let it go. Let the tears fall.  (read more...)

Broken Open {A Love Letter For Broken-Hearted Souls}

Make no mistake, love; this has been the losing time. The time of grasping tight and trying hard and still, in the end, being forced to let go. Of fingers locked tight and pried stiff from that which you’d hoped to hold for so very long. (read more...)

What Do You Want, Lover?

Tell me. What do you want? Right now. Don’t be shy.  Don’t look away. I’m right here. I’m listening. There’s nothing else I need right now besides you. You, and the truth. (read more...)