7 ways feel pretty fucking good about yourself. (aka: sovereignty, yo)1. Own your integrity (insist on it with a tenacious sort of ferocity).2. Hold yourself to high standards (showing up as all of you is sexy AF).3. Don’t except any less from others (oooh yeah,...
I don’t care what I am supposed to say.You can listen if you want. You can join me if you will. Because these words and this life are my own. Even when I contradict myself. Even when I make every sense and no sense at all. Even when it changes from minute to...
Speak your truth. Stand your ground. Go where they say you cannot go. Do what they say must not be done. Get off the beaten path. Blaze your own trail. Take the road less traveled.
You knew, deep down, that you were just like those wild things, you were kin to the storm and you rose with the sun and spun circles around the earth. That when it came right down to it, you had no owner. No captor. In all the ways that really mattered, no matter what...
Refuse to remain stagnant. Stop accepting the status quo. Don’t let society dictate how you feel or live or love. Not one more day of allowing your past or your family or your community to choose your life for you. Reject the idea that you must settle for...
No red pens. Who gives a fuck about the oxford comma. There are no rules. What do we care about? Sovereignty. Truth. Grace. The legacy of your own sacred wisdom. The inherent value of your story, as it is. The innate importance of the messy, raw and real creative...
Decline love that requires a compromise of spirit. The one that will feed your soul and fuel your fire is one that offers full agency over your heart, your body, your creativity, and your life. Remember, your love is a gift, a truth, a holy, sacred thing.
This life? It is yours. Anyone who suggests that it is not or that it should not be is not here for you. You get to decide how you want to live it, what you want to call it, how and when and why you want to change it. No matter how many times you shift, no matter how...
Your redemption can never be externally delivered. It lives in the molten core of our animal beings. It breathes in us and beats in us and pulses with truth and spirit and the infinite grace of our tender human hearts.
Look at you, damn it. Hell, look at us. After all the things that could have taken us down, here we are, still standing. Still insisting on our own sovereignty, our own validity, the beauty of our journey. No matter how many times we wander, charting our course back...
This story is always yours for the telling. This has always been yours. You can expand to fill it all or take up the smallest corner. You can write in invisible ink. You can tell your story in red wine stains and spilled ink and bite marks. You can only write in...
Do you ever feel like you are giving far fewer fucks and yet still caring so much it sometimes feels like there is only the most tissue-thin layer separating your soul from this world? Like your heart may be broken but your spirit is still rising? Are you refusing to...
People stay all the time where we know they should not. Even more, they stay where THEY know they should not. Against reason. At the risk of their bodies. At the risk of their sovereignty. At the risk of their heart. We humans are nothing if not tenaciously obtuse in...
I belong to myself. Always. Eternally. Without question. My own safe house. My own sheltered harbor. I am my own solid ground. I am the lighthouse beacon. I call the ships safely home from sea. I am the North Star and the compass. I am my own port in the wildest...
Do not settle for living a version of your life designed by another. You are not meant to be gatekeeper or the holder of secrets and shame. You are here to live free and clear and into your own wide open truth. If you are spending too much time around people who...
You alone own your story. Do not let another tell it, and if you find yourself in the company of one determined to rewrite your words or own your narrative, fight like hell until you hold it again. There is little in life that is solely ours. Your story is one of...
You own your body. You own your body. You own your body. Your center and your edges are yours and yours alone. In this world – this world of rape culture of ingrained misogyny and violence done against girls and women – you will encounter and absorb messages your...
When it came down to it, she decided, she believed in a few important things. In humanity before Dogma. In religion of human kindness. In Poetry. In Sex. In being clear enough to ask for what she wanted, and detaching from ego enough to hear the answer. In the power...
