What do you want? Say it. Out loud. Even if you never have before. Especially if you never have before. Where does your desire live? What calls your want home to you? What makes you insatiable? What brings you to your knees? Who brings forth that low moan at the base...
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.
Life is intense and magical. It is a steal the breath from your lungs, bring you to your knees roller coaster ride. It demands reverence and humility and penance and gratitude shouted loud from mountaintops. It will have you wailing at gods you don’t believe in,...
Yes, she has known great love. The kind of love that can only be held with a sort of reverence and awe, for the way that it changed everything about her notions of what was or ever could be. So deep that she names all else worthy, just to have brought her there. And...
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...
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...
Did you knowthat I once fell into a lovethat rocked the whole damn world?Or maybe, as I said before,it would be more accurate to saythat the whole damn world fell into mebecause I loved.And if you believe in the truth of that,and I swear that it is so,then let me tell...
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...
I recognize one thing: in relationships where I show up with the greatest measure of self-love, I also show up with the highest levels of care (for the container of the relationship and the beloved).
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...
Capacity is a bigger indicator of potential relationship success than attraction, willingness, timing, desire, the Zodiac, Myers-Briggs, the Enneagram, physical proximity, logistical compatibility, or what your besties say. Do you have the capacity to show up, be...
I love you, AND. If anyone places a but after words of love and affirmation… that’s your cue to raise your boundary, claim your worth, and if you need to, clear the hell out of that space. Because fuck that, you glorious truth teller, art maker, life liver....
By this age, I imagined I would know much more about love. As it stands, all I know is that I am humbled before the mystery of it all. And maybe that is actually everything.
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.
Perhaps all love affairs are nothing more than the projections of hopeful hearts looking for soft lodging in a world that would have them be hard. Perhaps. Perhaps love is always just this; the suspension of disbelief and the fierce welcoming of a shared and altered...
To love a woman in a world that said I must not will never be anything but a revolution. And when I kiss her, you must believe me, entire galaxies are mine.
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...
Call in the ghosts and call in the wolves and call in the lover you’ve always dreamed of. Call in your peace and your fire and your wisdom. And light your own candle. Hold it high — and howl and love and carry yourself home.
I know nothing about love. No, that’s not exactly true. I know nothing about love that comes with a map or guarantee or even a set of rudimentary instructions. Instead, what I know is kind of a collective unknowing. It is a wisdom that lies only in understanding the...
Lovers are the best and worst kind of thieves, you know. That’s the trick of love, you see. An entirely new invention, every time. Rare and singular. Without prior context. Fools us into imagining we are the only ones in the history of every last forever to have ever...
If you’re going to love a poet you should know this. Our words are our truths. Our blood hums with verse. We break easily. Our words save us. Our stanzas keep us alive. If we loved you at all, we loved you truly. And you will never leave us but live under our skin and...
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 have never been as beautiful as you will be through our eyes. You will have never known that the hard edge of your hipbone was worthy of poetry, or the curve of your smile or the husk of your voice or the caress of your cheek against our own. But if we love you,...
Poetry has a long, long memory. After our love is long gone, we will still be reading your poems. You will not be the only one whose heart this breaks. Know that we will stand, reading the words written about our love – and we will ache for you. The body will remember...
Teach me how to be loved. Let me show you how to love me well. School me in the workings of your heart, in the language of your bones. Let my open palm memorize the shape of your face. Tell me the stories of your scars so I can trace them with the honor of...
You will always be my teachers, just as much or more than I am yours. Do not think – nor let anyone convince you – that because of your age or your lack of experience that you do not hold wisdom beyond comprehension. You are wise enough to change the entire world in...
You can choose a love and a life that does not break you. You can claim a softer beauty and a kinder want. Even your animal hunger can soften its rough edges and say a full-throated yes to what is good and kind and holy. Know that insanity is not a prerequisite for...
I hope that I get to see you love what you are. To know yourself as gift and worth and truth. That you see what a huge thing it is to have the courage to break your own heart. That you have chosen wholeness — even when it has shattered you. And that you will one day...
We are here to love hard and true. Here to give ourselves over to the rush and bliss of it all. Here to offer our patchwork hearts over and over again. Here to feel and fall and hurt and bleed. Here to say yes and to choose wholeness and to break anyway and to do 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.
You are not too much. You have never been too much. You will never be too much. The very idea is preposterous. Because you were born to be you. All of you. Not a tiny acceptable sliver. Not a watered down version with colors dulled and edges softened. No. You were...
It’s scary. This love thing. The sweet vulnerability of extension. The naked of ‘here I am’. The tentative reaching of outstretched arms. The wide open of hope… Teach me how to be loved. Let me show you how to love me well. School me in the workings of your heart, in...
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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