There are seasons when our lives are turbulent and we look for the sacred places where we can exhale fully, set aside burden, and seek freedom from suffering. Cutting corset strings, we breathe deeply the whispers of wisdom, the voice of our souls – the divine, present only in this space. With breath comes clarity and rebirth, a tender holding.
F*#$@+# Perfect
October 12, 2016
Don’t offer vacancy to misdirected anger, depleting your worth as an authentic being. Please don’t continuously choose the underhand of comparison; thwart comparison altogether and tell paralyzing doubt to “shove it.”
Rolling Pages
June 1, 2016
I witnessed infinite expression of what I believe to be similar guts—hunger for connection, safety, belonging, and purpose, expressed in varying language. The greatest of souvenirs is a new set of eyes.
A Boy and His Fish
December 3, 2015
Sweet boy, I can’t take this feeling away. I wouldn’t even if I could. The beautiful privilege to have loved so greatly that such a loss changes you will expand your capacity to love, to honor. Never avoid loving at the risk of loss.
Him. Me.
April 28, 2015
Our space of independent exploration is woven with our togetherness in a stitch I never want to change, but I know better. Our story will continue to deliver an evolving love.
Consider this your nudge
December 30, 2014
It terrifies me to say this out loud, you see, because then you hold me accountable. You begin to form judgments or expectations, and for some reason we allow ourselves to be tied to others’ expectations of us more often than being tied to honoring our fibers.
The numb holiday
December 21, 2014
What once was, wasn’t any longer. The absence of those I loved was its own entity in the room, thick and heavy, a blanket draped over everything dulling the shine, the mood, and the beauty remaining around me.
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