I want to leave. Run to her. I am obsessed. It is the only thing I can think of. The only thing I know. It is my truth… I am holding my hands open to you now, palms up. Place your hands in mine. Feel the pulse of shared experience. Trust me when I say that...
Take me to the wild sea Bring me to where waves mark time where salt meets skin where I greet the depths Take me to the wild sea Take me home back to where I belong. ~~~~ Where do you belong today? Where would you go if you...
{Today I went looking for a finished post that would work for Valentine’s day. I thought I’d find a love poem, or a post written to women on the hard side of heartbreak. Instead I found this. Written ages and ages ago, and just waiting for a day like...
“There is no right thing, you know. And no wrong thing, either. There is just the thing that you do. And so you do it. You close your eyes and leap and you try to do it the best you can. And given how fucked up and crazy and brilliant and lovely and...
they say you are soft? so be soft. you have nothing to prove. nothing to gain from a forced toughening of your wild soul. be soft because you can because you are because you know that it is life that has softened you that has taught you that hard is for brick and...
The first time I knew that I missed her, I didn’t even really know her. I just knew that the ache inside me could be called by only one name. Missing. Feeling the loss of something I had not yet had; this was foreign. It is uncharted territory to call familiar one who...
Trust in your unknowing, love. Have faith in the space of indecision. There is wisdom here, just as there is when you are bold and steady and sure. Take your time here. Be gentle. Coax out your truth, and be willing to wait for the answer to come. It will. It...
There is a chill here today. The sky is overcast and the room is darker than usual. I lift my coffee to my lips, hands wrapped around warm white pottery. I drink with some sweet kind of reverence. Thank you for this small grace. Melancholy piano keys offer...
It’s scary. This love thing. The sweet vulnerability of extension. The naked of ‘here I am’. The tentative reaching of outstretched arms. The wide open of hope. We all get a little lost here. Wish we knew how to do it better. Wish it were cleaner and more gentle and a...
Those of you who have been here for a while know her as my Dear One. To many who are newer, you might have read my words and think she is my lover – but she is not and has never been, in this lifetime at least. We’ve decided that we’ve been together for...
I invite you to stoke the embers of your inner fire. Coax the flames from your center to the edges of all you reach. Make peace with the parts within you that crave that burn. Let the flames get high. Burn bright. The world needs your light. __________ Download...
this afternoon I am doing nothing but sitting here reading poetry. the muse is resting she has lots to do right now. she simmers and burns and holds things close this is gestation time I understand the birth will come when the words are ready and so I sit here...
Why are you so determined to keep your wild silently inside you? Let it breathe. Give it a voice. Let it roll out of you on the wide open waves. Set it free.
This is a love letter.A love letter to women in transition. This, then, is also a love letter for all women. For at one time or another we will all find ourselves moving between spaces and lives and iterations of ourselves. Indeed, perhaps we always are. ~~~ Dearest,...
I know nothing. She is sitting in a park when I speak these words for the first time. I picture her there. Worn blanket hastily pulled from the trunk and hastily thrown on cool fall grass. Leaves overhead beginning to spiral their way into the approaching dormancy...
{Click to listen while you read – because words and experience and music are all parts of the same whole. This Is The Way Of Things – Spotify Soundtrack } ~~~~~~~ You wake up. The sky is blue. The children laugh. You forget to clear the breakfast...
“It’s not working. I try and I try and I try. But it’s no good. My heart gets broken. It never lasts. It never, ever lasts.” You’re so right, lover. Of course you are. It never lasts. Things break. They fall apart. People love us and then don’t...
Get up now. Come on. On your feet. Out of the corner. Don’t look back, there’s nothing behind you but the past. We’ve got a wild ride ahead. Let’s agree on some ground rules right now. The rules are that there are no rules. And that you make all the rules....
so, this is how it is. you get picked last for the team left out of the plans excluded from the circle. the rejection letter arrives in the mail she picks the other girl the door you were about to walk through gets slammed hard in your face and you are left outside in...
“The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love Ah love, I’ve been looking for you. I thought I’d find you here. Open your weary eyes and look at me. This is the...
“Is the fear of losing something worth the good that having it brings? I think I just live in such a state of fear of being broken by love that I don’t even trust in it anymore.” Oh love, there are so many things I do not know. So many I will never know. A...
“There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a person being themselves. Imagine going through your day being unapologetically you.” — Steve Marboli via Tumblr.
{we’ve been us for eight years now. or a dozen lifetimes, depending on how you measure. births. deaths. non-profits. divorce. freefall. crash and burn. beginnings and endings and beginnings. falling in love and lust and hate and forgiveness. this day marks...
Dear Isabella, Eleven years ago today I welcomed you into the world. You were everything I had dreamed. From your birth story: With a rush that was almost anti-climactic her body slid out of mine and my husband and midwife brought her up out of the warm water and...
{late one night, when the rabbit hole was calling and I feared I was about to go down again, into that long, dark spiral. I heard a voice and felt a presence. and we had a conversation, she and I. and I knew without asking that this voice was my own, and that I was...
