Words. Infused with a tone in tune with itself. Filled with good intentions. Served by the energy of beauty, courage, and grace. Given. Received. Digested. Embodied – into one’s flesh. Words become flesh and dwell within you. Words. Words are my art. Words are my work. Words are my offering. Words. They bid my bloodContinue reading “Words”
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Stop Outsourcing The Desire for Felt Beauty.
What if you were already beautiful? At what point would the striving end? Felt Beauty. Validation. Outsourcing & Desire. “I want to be loved for who I am. I want him to love me just the way I am,” she said. “What does that mean?’, I asked, “Who are you? What way are youContinue reading “Stop Outsourcing The Desire for Felt Beauty.”
The Beauty of Senses & Eggs.
I remember when the gifts of my 5 senses came to me. “Came to me” might not be the best choice of words – as if I was ever without them. Let me rephrase: I remember when I came to appreciate the gifts of my 5 senses. I was on retreat in the rainforest. Continue reading “The Beauty of Senses & Eggs.”
The Pursuit of Priceless Matters.
I know what I am after, but I can’t say I know where it exists. Where does priceless matter lie? This is nothing short of being a gold miner. A gold digger of a different sort – I am. Digging into the depths of time and space. Looking. Seeking the priceless. The pricelessContinue reading “The Pursuit of Priceless Matters.”
I Am Fe.
I see it everywhere – the pain of not knowing what it means to be a female. I see it in her. I see it in myself. I see it in our body language – in the weak stance of our sadness, desperation, and hopelessness of possibly never knowing the quality and value ofContinue reading “I Am Fe.”
Jazz I Am.
Human Jazz Interdependence they say. The interdependence of me. Like Jazz. Human Jazz I am. An orchestra of my biological self, senses (a five piece band), and emotional body that feels. The small-mind of me, the higher-mind of me, and everything in between. My so-called soul and spirit. Holy it all is.Continue reading “Jazz I Am.”
The Oppression Connection.
If I really wanted to participate in social change for all – to heal the oppression for all – if I really believed in unity for all – and we the people – I’d have to go nowhere other than looking into my own eyes to see what wants to be seen. It’sContinue reading “The Oppression Connection.”
I Am Poppy.
I am Poppy. We are the same and we are different. We are of the same species and we are different specimens. As female, knowing what specimen you are (it makes life better). We have similar aspects and we may speak a different language. As a woman, knowing what language you speak (matters).Continue reading “I Am Poppy.”
Enough of Not Enough
Swarmed like a plague – of my “not-enoughness” – like a full-blown stress disorder – the internal trauma of lack that destroys my ness. Nothing less than a disease of my soul, upon which I plan to cure. The plan to cure my not-enoughness. To clear out the infection of rejection and to start injecting withContinue reading “Enough of Not Enough”
The Art of Worthy Character.
I am hesitant to use the language of good or bad – as to not say, “The art of good character, ” so I have chosen the language of worthiness. The language of worthiness and of character. And to bring attention to the character in which we are living on a daily basis – likeContinue reading “The Art of Worthy Character.”
The Gracious No.
The deep sense of freedom that comes with a calm, internal “No.” It feels light, it feels gracious, it feels free – and frees me up for more energy. A No that wasn’t always calm. Violent it was. Havoc on my nervous system – and the chemical abuse in my body that pursued. Continue reading “The Gracious No.”
Winter Birdsong.
Faith in all things I don’t know. And it seems important to go into the I don’t know. And I have no other place to go. No place worth going to. All things known impress me not. Bored of what I do know. Ready for the Winter Adventure of what I don’t know. TheContinue reading “Winter Birdsong.”
Eat More Love: The New Year Weight Loss Plan.
This is a giant block of whatever is most difficult for you to carry & trust me on this, you’ll carry it more times than you can count until you decide that’s exactly what you want to do most & then it won’t weigh a thing anymore. – story people beautiful beautiful beautiful Do MoreContinue reading “Eat More Love: The New Year Weight Loss Plan.”
Learning to Live Loved.
It’s something you don’t understand until you’re ready to understand. Second graders aren’t ready to understand calculus. And that’s important to mention because you don’t give up – you keep going – until you understand. She* was talking about her beliefs and she said, “I didn’t trust Love.” Those words came to me like aContinue reading “Learning to Live Loved.”
Will You Recognize Love?
Oh to be given the chance a start a restart. Will love come for you as it did for me? Find you? Wreck you? Save you? Change you? And if love finds you hunts you captures you – will you hold it tight? Nurture it? Protect it? I hope you will. I hopeContinue reading “Will You Recognize Love?”
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