If you have cried, these last few nights, the way I have cried.Tears that open you ragged and raw, so many tears that they run wild, so many tears that they cover everything. Like the rain here in the desert runs through the washes because the earth is too parched to...
The things we want will not be denied. The universe loops and spirals. Life spins and twists and turns. We return again and again to the same spaces, to the same deep knowing, the yearning that lives in our bones. Deep down we always know what we truly desire. Honor...
For the wild ones:This is for the souls who howl at the moon.For the ones who sing the song of the wolves.This is for those who hear and heed the call.The untamable.The unashamed.This is for the truth seekers.The wisdom speakers.Those who can see.This is for the wild...
My daughters:I carry you within me. You flow through my blood, have spliced yourself into the memory of my cells, and knitted yourself into the fiber of my being. You are soft, and you are strong, and perfect beyond all my abilities to comprehend perfection. My heart...
Perhaps we don’t need to worry so much about the spaces in between. The vastness of the desert we wander through, searching for the way home. Perhaps that time is vital in ways we will never understand. And perhaps we can find space to accept that the journey...
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...
An incomplete list of the things I am speaking of when I say thank you:Solitude. The sweet and sharp slice of ecstasy. Teeth on bone. Roar of ocean. The soft space and those that hold it. Silver of space just before the fall, when surrender is inevitable but not yet...
This is where redemption lives. In the spaces where we come together, and in the quiet moments where it all comes apart. In the wild center of this world. In the wild center of our imperfect selves. Right here, in the vastly complex and utterly priceless wonder that...
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...
There are entire lives tucked between the lines you will read on here today. Ordinary and extraordinary and rare and mundane. Joy and grief and the all and everything of the in between. Entire worlds pulsing with life, recorded by someone who is called to make meaning...
Dear human, I know that it has been hard. I see that you are weary. I see your delicate beauty and your fierce strength. You are tenacity and softness. Grit and wonder. You bloom where others cannot. You grow true and tall. Always reaching for the sun. I promise, no...
This is for the ones who speak incantation and trust the gut wisdom and the red-hot blood that pounds in their veins. This is for those who are called relentless. Who are labeled too much. Who are called the names they have called women like us since the beginning of...
If you have a heart like mine, go easy. If your skin feels too thin & your bones eternally bend into the break. Sometimes it’s all you can do to hold your being steady against all the feeling. Like a ticking bomb heading for imminent explosion. Which wire to cut...
No matter how much good hard solitary healing work I do on this journey, there is some work that can only be done within the potent container of a relationship that brings me to my edges & my center.
Impact matters more than intention. I have hurt more people with a clear heart than I ever have with malice, but the clean lines of my intentions don’t negate the impact. I am still learning the art of a true apology. I am still learning how to stay open. I am...
I do not and cannot know your exact lived experience, or how you feel in this moment. But I do know what it feels like to be othered, to be subjected to the opinions and judgments of those who don’t understand your truth. To know that your rights often rest in the...
Being queer was like holding the golden ticket to a club nobody wanted to go to. I had no idea that once I blasted down those closet doors, with their bouncers of fear, religion, and internal bias, the club would be lit. The way a party can be when everyone inside...
If you are limiting your experiences of intimacy only to containers labeled sex and romance, you are entirely missing out. Love your friends with wild abandon. Cultivate life partnerships with humans you’ll never know sexually. Dive deep into a love affair that...
Each of us has, in some way, been made outcast for who or what or why we are. Each one of us somehow a misfit for the mold we were told we were built for. Each one of us at some point rejected. Dismissed. Barred from opening the doors. Othering is not limited to...
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...
We all carry unseen stories under our skin. We hold identities around ethnicity, gender, ability, or religion that remain invisible and are discounted by the world around us. We wish for a sense of belonging without negotiation, explanation, or being required to...
For all of you out there, visible & invisible. Closeted or out & proud. Femme & Masc & every glorious stripe on the rainbow in between. You incandescent queens, deliciously undefinable androgynous souls, chivalrous butches, tomboy dykes, drop-dead yet...
We are not meant to live in isolation. Not in nuclear families or bubbled existence. The richness of life is found in community, in cooperation, in becoming a part of a greater whole. Expand your bubble, drop your shield. Invite love in. Do not attempt to do it...
You hold the collective story of all women in your body. The muscle memory of generations past. This is your legacy, but it is not a prediction of your reality or your future. The difference is both delicate and profound and worth exploring. Pull in the wisdom of...
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...
You will quite likely encounter the notion that we create our own reality. This can be an empowering idea and also true is so many ways. But it is also entitled and arrogant and can quickly move into a dangerous form of gaslighting. When this happens it is an act of...
It cracks my heart wide open to think of all of us out there, wandering the world, so deeply hungry to be known. Defying our own disbelief in search of rest and respite. It is the most beautiful thing, this universal human longing. We have not given up on the idea...
Because in our pain we must find each other – mirror to mirror the grace of our shared humanity, the stunningly broken beauty of our shared grief. And you can let your grief see my grief and let our tears mingle into some kind of healing alchemy, and you’ll know what...
Even at the farthest reaches of empathy, we do not and cannot share the lived experience of another. We can never fully know the pain or betrayal a body and spirit has been made to hold in this life, or the way the universe articulates itself through the living of...
We are doing it, me and you. We are doing it with heart. And with art. And with soul and blind faith and ancient knowing. Because we have to. Because there are people who need us to. Because WE need us to most of all. No matter how discouraged you’ve been. No matter...
Some days we need as much quiet courage as we can muster. NOt to risk our lives or our hearts to break paradigms or change the world. But just to wake up and push through the small and aching spaces. To sit down and do the work. To show up in love and fullness....
We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. No. 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. Landmines in our chests that we...
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...
We are in this together. None of us truly walk in isolation, even when we cannot sense the presence of another for miles upon miles. Even in the worst of our desolation. Even during our coldest 3am breakdown. Even when we shut out the world and spin in circles until...
A circle of women may just be the most powerful force known to humanity. If you have one, embrace it. If you need one, seek it. If you find one, for the love of all that is good and holy, dive in. Hold on. Love it up. Get Naked. Let them see you. Let them hold you....
I see you, beneath the surface. I see your untamable wild. I see your billowing heart. I see your unshed tears and your not yet dreams and your devotion to spirit. I see you howl at the moon and call the ocean home and ground to earth and grow taller than the trees. I...
Out there somewhere there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks, like you, in poetry and candlewax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantation and talks to the ancestors....
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