My throat clenches as tears want to stream down my face. Do I cry in front of everyone? My heart answers- yes. So I let the tears fall and feel the lump in my throat release. To my left, less than 12 inches away in the IV infusion chair next to me, a woman’s body convulses and writhes in uncontrollable agony. She did not ask for this. She is not telling her body to spasm,…
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…
It’s 5 in the morning. I go out to start my car in negative temperatures as I attempt to mentally prepare myself for the one hour commute on anticipated icy roads and the 12.5-13 hour work day that will follow. Once arriving at the hospital and making my way up to the 4th floor, I feel a deep sense of repulsion in my core. ‘What am I doing here when I’d rather be anywhere but…
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…
2016 was about surrendering, finding balance, cultivating sisterhood, building community, and embodying self-love. Deeply grateful for all that it brought with it… the love, the pain, the joy, and the lessons embedded within the undercurrents. I am indeed forever changed. More comfortable with both my graces and imperfections than I’ve ever been. Grateful for the shadows and the light. Feeling the liberating opening of my heart ushering in the immense love that is permeating the…