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...
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...
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...
You can do the scary thing. The thing you’ve wanted to do for so long. The thing you’ve avoided with all your might. You may find yourself shaking with adrenaline and power and the ache that lies right beneath the surface. You can do it. It might not...
Your desire is here to teach you. It awaits a response. You were born to answer the call. Ask for what you need, lover. Take what you want. You were not placed on this Earth to practice denial. Your pleasure is what the universe demands. Anything less is blasphemy....
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.
Rise up goddess.Breathe in your holy fire.Let it sear your lungs.Let the ache and the burn wake you all the way up.This is your uprising.Do you feel it?Right in the swirling center of you.It won’t settle for small and silent.You are ready for the spotlight.So...
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...
Equilibrium > BalanceBalance is a fallacy. A giant conspiracy designed to make us all feel like we’re continuously fucking up and falling short.But here’s the real truth. You were made for the ebb and flow. Just like the ocean. Just like the cycles of the...
Stop. Holding. Back.Let yourself be moved until you catch a glimpse of your limitless, full-of-potential-soul. Hold it within you like the priceless gift that it is. Bring it forth as your gift to the world.Dust off your divine spirit. Get down with your groovy self....
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...
Calling yourself a writer is not easy. It takes audacity to even let the words leave your mouth. Harder still to believe and stand tall along side them.I am a writer. I am an artistI create. I bleed. I breathe. I write.There, I said it.And fuck, if I don’t still...
You may have been raised with their compromise baked into your bones, but I promise, you were not born for this. The whole world is burning, there is no longer enough time to spend even one more day doing anything but standing in the absolute truth of your wild and...
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...
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...
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).
9 Simple Truths1. pleasure is generative2. hedonism is holy3. your body was made to feel good4. desire is your pathway home5. shame is the enemy of sovereignty6. you are allowed to want what you want7. sex can be a portal to divinity8. your life and your body belong...
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...
Fuck inhibitions. If your body wants to make love in the rain; do it. If your spirit wants to sing Beyoncé in the grocery store; let her. If your soul tells you to body paint a giant canvas in rainbow colors; go and make some supersized art. If your heart wants to...
Dear human: You get to want things. Objects. People. Adventure. Sex. Change. Pleasure. Danger. Things you can’t even name. Like really, really want. Way down deep. Screw those commandments—you, my dear, have permission to covet. To crave. To center yourself on...
Let’s get this clear right now. You do not have to say yes to grow, you do not have to say yes to be brave. You do not have to say yes to everything in order to move mountains or be wild or succulent or true. No can be a profoundly powerful word.
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...
Hold yourself to high standards. Own your integrity. Insist on it with ferocity. Be just as relentless with graceful acceptance of your own messy and flawed humanity. Most importantly, be rooted fully in constant and steady forgiveness of self.
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...
You, my girl. You are the sun and the moon and the stars. You are the force that pulls the tides. You are the unrestrained howl under a wide-open moon. You are the essence of what it is to dance into ecstasy. You are the heat and the sex and the sweat and the burn and...
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...
None of us is solely the best or worst of ourselves. Our higher selves & our shadow beings like to nestle together & do a badass bump and grind on the dance floor. It’s after hours at the club, & there’s a full-on ecstatic rave going on in the center of...
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...
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.
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...
We’ve all lived too damn long lugging around this puritanical notion that pleasure must be villainized to protect us from ourselves. Fuck that. Seriously. The only question you need to ask is this: Is everyone involved in full personal safety and enthusiastic consent?...
This life? It is yours. Anyone who suggests that it is not or that it should not be is not here for you. You get to decide how you want to live it, what you want to call it, how and when and why you want to change it. No matter how many times you shift, no matter how...
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.
Self-love is an act of holy disruption. To love yourself in a world that profits directly from your self-loathing is the ultimate subversion of all that seeks to keep you tame. We’ve been taught to hate all that we are (our softness, our fierceness, our...
When you are actively manifesting your own joy, it pays to be intentional and persistent, to chase it with dogged stubbornness, to insist on the cultivation of your desired experiences with all that you have.
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...
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...
After a lifetime of contorting myself to fit into boxes never meant for the likes of me—it’s true. I got tired of feeling ashamed all the time. It is wildly subversive to say that I no longer feel ashamed—not in body, soul, beliefs, or movement through the world, not...
I’m not easy or simple or entirely light. My sunshine dances the tango with my tornado by the light of a blood-red moon. I am daisy chains and cauldron fire. I am the space where shame is shed. I like my desire fast and hard and my sacred so holy you’ll swear for the...
This story is always yours for the telling. This has always been yours. You can expand to fill it all or take up the smallest corner. You can write in invisible ink. You can tell your story in red wine stains and spilled ink and bite marks. You can only write in...
Last night I undressed for bed. But instead of crawling between the sheets I decided to stand, naked, in front of the large full-length mirror that is propped against the wall next to my bed. I turned off the bright lights, and found a song that spoke to the energy I...
People often wondered what it was that made her so very compelling. Why she drew people in again and again? It wasn’t her beauty or her talent, though many, including myself, found those impossible to argue. I believe it was because she refused to deny the storm of...
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,...
Do you ever feel like you are giving far fewer fucks and yet still caring so much it sometimes feels like there is only the most tissue-thin layer separating your soul from this world? Like your heart may be broken but your spirit is still rising? Are you refusing to...
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, at times, be the most selfish asshole you can possibly imagine. You will step out of your own integrity. You will do things you thought you would never do. The temptation is there to let your actions define your being. To carry the weight of your own failure...
Today, take a moment to celebrate you. Your beauty. Your style. Your sense of inner mischief. The way you glow in the sunlight. Your strut in those badass boots. The way the dress hugs your soft curves. The gleam in your eye. The curve of your irrepressible smile. The...
1212Forget what they told you. You are love child of a passionate affair between goddess and universe. You were born of a steamy forbidden heat and you were made for the cyclone of unadulterated wholeness. You are a daughter of delight. You are the unconstrained...
Has someone made you feel shame for taking selfies? For daring to believe so much in your beauty, in your style, in your badassery, in your joy, in your body, in your sensuality, in your humanity that you’d be so audacious, so bold, so (insert judgmental word of...
It can be said that we are built by many things. Biology and lineage. Grit and moonlight and ocean stone. By fire and water and air. By the lessons of the grandmothers and the pounding of blood through veins and the very first break. The way it felt when you learned...
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...
Because like the depths of the ocean that calls you home, you will never be easy. But darling, you were not brought here for easy. You are here for so much more. Because you are a boundary pusher. You’re a truth seeker. You’re temptation and seduction and heat. You’re...
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 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...
That thing you’re afraid of? That label you shy away from? That word that seems too bold? That audacious goal? The life you think you don’t deserve? Aren’t talented enough to have? Aren’t brave enough to claim? Fuck. That. Shit. None of that baggage you’ve been...
Take more selfies. Not because you need validation or likes or comments. but because you are here on this earth. Alive and holy and true. And yes, your beauty deserves to be seen and known, most especially by you. You are worthy of being the subject of your own art....
You are the sun and the moon and the stars You are the force that pulls the tides You are the unrestrained howl under a wide-open moon You are the essence of what it isto dance into ecstasy You are the heat and the sex and the sweat and the burn and soft and the grace...
You own your body. You own your body. You own your body. Your center and your edges are yours and yours alone. In this world – this world of rape culture of ingrained misogyny and violence done against girls and women – you will encounter and absorb messages your...
When it came down to it, she decided, she believed in a few important things. In humanity before Dogma. In religion of human kindness. In Poetry. In Sex. In being clear enough to ask for what she wanted, and detaching from ego enough to hear the answer. In the power...
It’s not pretty and perfect I am feeling today. Not in the mood for soft and contained. Not light or well-behaved or sugary sweet. No. I’m not willing to round off my sharp edges or make safe the danger zones. Not for you. Not for anyone, really....
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...
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
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...
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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