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It’s 5 a.m. as I lay wide awake in darkness. There is a permeating sense of loneliness as my daughter is not in bed next to me. Her grandmother offered to care for her so that I could catch up on some much needed rest. This week my therapist has been helping guide me into the subconscious layers of my psyche. It hasn’t been an easy process. We are in the process of digging up…
Juices cascading upon the mother’s belly Beckoning me deeper into the womb of Truth Life itself Reminding me of a time when things were simple More pure Less inundated with illusions of a civilized society These lifestyles are led weights on our hearts Shackles around feet that are dying to move to the primordial beat of the heart pulse orchestrated by the Divine Union of Father Sun and Mother Earth As she cleanses herself, so…
What do you do when you feel foreign in your own skin? In interacting with other humans? When you know who you want to be, how you want to show up in this world and carry yourself, and how you not only want to be perceived but the qualities you truly want to embody so that all facades are laid bare, yet it’s all you can do to think positive thoughts and control the litany…
Dance is the language of the soul. It’s an anecdotal formula that lifts the veil of illusion, ignites our passion, breathes life into every living cell of our bodies, and unfailingly transmutes what we are feeling. Dance means so many different things for different people. I’ve certainly had my fair share of nights over the last decade of shaking my booty on the dance floor at a bar subsequent to one too many alcoholic libations…
I have been absent for a while. Absent from writing and creative expression. Absent from nourishing the human connections that once were the quintessential building blocks of my existence. Absent from the outdoors. From compassion. From myself. The only thing I do not feel absence from is punishing myself. How do I grant myself grace, appreciation, acceptance, forgiveness?Life fucking sucks sometimes. Sometimes there’s just no way around lack of eloquent delivery… It’s been really hard for me…
Sometimes the best soul food simply consists of solo walks on beaches in stormy weather, particularly on days when the external world seems to be a mirror replica of one’s internal tapestry of experience. Being human can be messy, ugly, and exhausting. Once upon a time, I used to refuse to admit it, in addition to my refusal to ‘give in’ to emotions and feelings that I labeled as unattractive or uncomfortable, but anyone who…
I find myself disgusted and saddened by how prevalent objectification and a power-control dynamic are in society, as well as how unhealthy our relationship to sexuality is as a culture. Rape has been happening since the dawn of humanity. And now, in the 21st century, we aren’t making any notable amount of leaps and strides type progress towards halting what is overlooked as a true tragedy, and likely won’t as long as people continue to…
As I lay my hands upon Her warm body… I feel her pulse in sync with my heart’s cadence She serenades me through songs sung by boisterous crickets Augmented by the thud of deer hooves contacting soil laden with thickets of orange oakbrush Ornate pinecones speckle the ground; trees kissing the earth from which they are birthed Dappled sunlight softly piercing through ancient canopies with stories to tell Sensory intake heightened This moment redolent with…
I’m convinced that I have an actual physical addiction to chocolate. I was feeling awful for the majority of the afternoon yesterday – lethargic, nauseated, and all around sickly. I found myself incessantly craving chocolate. It was then that I realized I had packed a package of Nature’s Way chocolate chip cookies from home – that’s right, the kind that are soft when you bite into them with extra chocolate chips. I cannot accurately…