Offer your words. Offer your truth. Offer your beauty. Offer your raw ache and your tender heart and your wild howl. Offer you. Just as you are. I promise someone is listening. I promise it makes a difference. I promise, little by little the path will appear. Even if...
Hello I see you.What do you need me to know today?What truths are asking to be heard?What stories do you long to tell?What secrets are you holding inside?I promise I will take the time to see you fully.I will hold your words as sacred truth.Tell me everything. I am...
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.
If the space is right. I can speak or write or dream or dance my way into truths I don’t yet fully understand. I can live inside of the questions and let them be sacred and fertile. I can allow the wanting of what is wanted, in that sliver of space and to name...
Write wild. Write free. Write the truth of you, no matter what they say. Write for the world. Write for yourself. Write into the void. Just write. Your story has the power to save us.
Drive us underground We will always surface Singing words you can never own Because you don’t have the range to hear them. Go ahead, take away our words, We will birth a whole new language You’ve been sending your armies for us since the beginning of time But we were...
It is time to center yourself. Pull your focus inward. To what you know you want and deserve. To respect, and reciprocity, and giving only to those who commit to the asking. Be discerning with your time, and your energy, and your tender heart. Be infinitely brave in...
Sometimes there is so much that needs to be said that we must get really quiet in the hopes that someone out there is listening hard enough to the silence to hear every last word.
I wonder now, is there is a word for strength leaving your body? Or love? What of its arrival? Or is it only pain that the body names, and then only in it’s leaving? It is true, I know, that there are some things for which there are no words. Only the spaces between...
Do not try quiet my voice. Do not attempt to soften my edges or tame my prowl. I am inhabiting my wild. I am encompassing the dance. I am no longer burning down. That time is over. I am the white hot ignition. I am starting the fire. I am rising like...
I see you, flawed and humble and road weary and proud and still in spite of the deep ache, somehow sure you’ve done all you can. I see all you feel but cannot speak. I see the way the words grow and swell, expanding your chest and pressing against the confines in your...
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
