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...
Celebrate your bad decisions, you holy and wholly fumbling human. You brilliant fuckup. You with this life built from the wreckage of an endless string of choices you likely never should have made. Because somehow here you still are, undeniably a maker of the most...
Some days she wants to change it all. Chop off her hair. Ink her skin. Throw some bags in the car and take off without a plan. But life holds her in place. Despite the discomfort, despite the itch of wanderlust. No matter the pull to the burn of ink or the holy heat...
She woke one morning and thought to herself that if the people who loved her thought her heart was fierce and strong (and they were generally known to be wise about such things) she should probably start believing this herself. So she did. And wouldn’t you know...
Wherever you are today. Whatever you were supposed to get done or wherever you are heading, know that a sweet spot exists for you too. Between fierce commitment and tender grace. Between hard push and liquid surrender. We can be soft and gracious with ourselves and...
Pause.It takes time to unwind. To lose the edge you’ve built up. To unfurl and relax. Breathe all the way down deep. Intensity isn’t called for now. Now it is time for softness. For expansion. Be patient. Give it time. You’ve been folded so very...
Forgive yourself for the fuckups. Be gentle with yourself when you get messy. Remember to take care of you. All your tender and achy parts. You still deserve an exquisite sort of compassion. The kind that originates from the center of your own warrior 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...
fierce and untamable lightThere will always be days when the ground is unsteady beneath your feet.But look at the sun as it rises in the sky. Let its fierce and untamable light remind you of the wonder yet to come.
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,...
DO NOT practice denial of self or past or grief. You don’t need the façade right now. Rip away the false face. Open wide the locked door museum exhibit of your holy history. Demolish your crumbled brick walls, your dumpster daydreams, your rusted chain link...
10 things to do when you’re on your own1. Love yourself first. Romance your own mystical soul.2. Take long baths. Buy fresh flowers. Dance in your living room. Ask yourself on a date. Buy the good wine.3. Call in your people, gather them around you and let them...
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...
You are a work of art in continuous progress.Quit judging yourself for not being finished yet (hint: it doesn’t work that way, love).Not with art. Not with healing. Not in relationships. Not in work or passion or love. Not anywhere in the complex and...
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 want to live with a wide open heart? Let yourself be moved. You want to break through old patterns and discover yourself anew? Let yourself be moved. You want to fall in love? Heal a broken heart? Make right a deep injustice? Smash through paradigms? Pick yourself...
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...
Inside the silence we find truth. We wither and we bloom. We grow into and out of ways of being and entire lives, lived and unlived. We learn the edges and the boundaries of ourselves.
It is possible, from a space of deep commitment, to give ourselves infinite grace (for the bad days, the not-quite-right, the missed opportunities, and even for not showing up at all) without making excuses or giving up. We can be tender and kind with our unavoidable...
Give yourself a wild sort of grace for how long it took you to step into the truth of your knowing. As women we are taught and conditioned from the word go to dismiss the wisdom of our own lived experiences. Unlearning this programming takes time and tenacity and more...
It hadn’t been easy. She’d been through the fire, that girl, and lived to tell the tale. And live she did. Fiercely. Beautifully. With sovereignty and power and grace. Day by ordinary day, building herself a life she deeply wanted to belong to.
The ability to be messy, to be soft, to be sensitive, to be vulnerable and to be broken wide open, even — and to still feel that white hot core of strength that lives and breathes inside you. I’ve never been interested in being tough. My strength IS my...
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.
Know your medicine. Name it out loud. Seek it out. Again and again and again. Honor it. Hold it close. Take it all the way in. Surrender to its power. Give yourself over to its wisdom. Let it be a mirror that reflects what you most need. Let it be the solid ground you...
There is a girl she is wise and wary of flames but still, she knows she will survive the fire life scorches sometimes. She has been a phoenix before and every time she burns to ashes she knows exactly how to rise...
Just look at you. Heart broken but still beating. Arms empty but still open. Face raised to the sky and giving thanks for the light, even when it hurts your eyes. My God, you are beautiful.
Just look at you. Heart broken but still beating. Arms empty but still open. Face raised to the sky and giving thanks for the light, even when it hurts your eyes. My god, you are beautiful.
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...
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.
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.
Blessed be this worthy sadness. Blessed be this knowing love. Blessed be the finding home. Blessed be the kitchen slow dance. Blessed be the magical sunset. Blessed be the strong arms. Blessed be the true north. Blessed be the unmet hope. Blessed be the unwavering...
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...
The greatest and most transformative grace has always been delivered by the most broken-open spaces. Be grateful for the broken and for the tears and for the grace that sustains. It is because of all of this that you are as you are.
Forgive yourself. So, you did a thing that you’ve named wrong, or the world has named wrong, or a loved one has named wrong. or some powerful dudes who compiled a book of parables and myths thousands of years ago named wrong. How entirely human of you. Own it...
Sometimes healing looks like falling apart. Sometimes falling apart is the path to what can be built. Sometimes, we go through the darkest nights, and there is nobody but the man in the moon to hear. He always listens. Now you listen. There is not enough air in the...
If you feel like this time you won’t survive the pain, remember that you will. You may not like it. There may be times when you don’t even want to, but survive you will. And thrive. And love again. This I know to be true.
Do not judge your grief, love. Do not rush it or constrict it or attempt to corral it into something the world will understand. Your grief doesn’t give a sweet fuck about the rest of the world anyway. Your grief only cares that it is lived and expressed in you,...
Trust in the wisdom of your undecided heart. 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...
Write them all down. The mistakes and the blessings and the places you cracked in two. Write the prayers and the tantrums. The sacred and the profane. The open roads and the closed doors. Nothing is permanent.
To know the hope and the struggle and the stay still and the run away and the come here and the push back. And also what it is to say yes, to be present exactly where you are.
There is no shame in feeling broken. In seeking help. In searching for healing. Sometimes it is the breaking that leads us to the source of our own becoming. But we need not suffer alone. When you feel trauma or shame, if you feel depressed or alone – speak your...
And I know you are tired, love. I know the ache lodged in your bones. I know it has been a long road and you yearn for rest and comfort and home. But I’ve also seen you twirling, barefoot in the grass by moonlight. And that moon? She is dancing with the sun and this...
Turn off your phone, and your computer and your mind. Find your heart center and send it compassion. See the holiness in everyone you meet. Honor it. Know your worth. Know your worth. Know your worth. Accept no less. Become familiar with the space where compromise is...
I know the hard ground and the taste of the salt water I’m made of and the way even getting out of bed feels impossible some days. I know how some moments there’s not even enough air. I know the desperate and the bargains you want to make with the universe and every...
Nothing big ever happens, good or bad, unless the floor falls out first. Let your longing wind you down through that spiral. And know that falling can be the most wickedly awesome and totally safe thing you’ve ever done. Down, down, down, because when you hit that...
Be gentle. Pay attention. Offer purposeful healing. Seek Equilibrium. Unfreeze, slowly. Stretch yourself out into the world. Let your eyes calibrate to this new light and notice how it caresses the lines and curves and soft and hard of you. Allow your mouth to twist...
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...
You are here and it hurts and the world feels impossibly heavy and you are shouting bargains at the moon and there is nobody else to hear you It is the darkest night you’ve ever lived through You’ve lived through. You’ve lived. Do you hear me? You live. You make it....
Let the kindness and the raw, aching beauty of the universe shatter you over and over again. find peace in the knowledge that your whole is composed of the sum of all of your beautifully broken pieces. because breaking is becoming.
There is not enough air in the room but you are breathing. There is nobody here but you are held. You have broken and the world is breaking and we will always rebuild. Do you hear me, love? We will always rebuild.
Here you are. Still standing. Fierce with the reality of love and loss. Wearing the truth of our hearts on your tattered sleeves. And yes, this one very nearly took you out. And yes, there were days when the darkness was heavy and the climb out of that rabbit hole...
Life cracks us into unrecognizable shards of former incarnations. Slivers of our hurt and our pain and our shame nestles next to fragments of our truth, our divinity, our fierce reclamation of power. It is this very brokenness that allows us to knit together,...
hold still. stay there. tease back the layers. you are in the space between your comfort zone and infinity. you want to hide. not be seen. not be open. not be vulnerable. but you have to. there are two ways to do this – soft and gentle or fast and hard. both...
yes, I have feelings and no, I’m not afraid of them not even the shadowy ones that you’d rather ignorei gather them inwelcome them home give them space to breathe and light them on glorious fire just to see what might be illuminated while they burn
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...
Butterflies are beautiful, but the process of emerging from the chrysalis and spreading your wings can hurt like fucking hell. But still, you will survive the transformation (over and over again) and you will fly. Remember this when it hurts the most. This is the...
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