You don’t have to burn anymore.There is no gold medal for breaking.The full moon hears you even if you never make a sound.You can evolve your own myth.You can dismantle your metaphor.You can write a new truth,You can choose your own lexicon.You can grow yourself...
Trust in your stories. Learn to hear their wisdom. Feel the energy of the words. Know when it is time to lay the book down and pick up another. Choose one with fresh pages and not a single word written. One with space to grow a new story. A new understanding. Write...
i. In the new version of my new story, the actor cast in the role of my heart will no longer be asked to play arsonist to crumbled ruins in order to collect on the insurance policy of all she risked in the name of love.ii. She will also no longer feel the need to...
Create a new narrative. Interrupt the pattern. Take back the pen. Reclaim ownership of the story. You—and only you—get to decide how the next chapter is written. Write it all down. The mistakes and the blessings and the places you cracked in two. Write the prayers and...
In my new story, the actor cast in the role of my heart will no longer be asked to play arsonist to crumbled ruins in order to collect on the insurance policy of all she risked in the name of love.
One way I have come to understand the definition of healing: I become less enamored with the story I so badly wanted to write, and I make peace with– fall headlong into—the one I’m actually living.
I’ve lost my wild heart once. Twice. Too many times to count. I’ve lost her most often when I’ve forgotten myself, when I’ve denied my own truths, when I’ve pushed down the need to create for so long that my heart…she finds better things to do. The funny thing...
