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Pulling the hair out of my mouth
Come out: emerge, become known. Coming out to myself seems to be the thing – the thing I keep doing over and over and over again. As I continue to peel back the layers of what I seem to be wearing on top of the truth. I had a dream last night that I was…
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Like love.
I sometimes feel uncomfortable when I have to grow. Sometimes I don’t but I think actually I still do but in that moment I’m okay with it. There is a difference between being uncomfortable and feeling uncomfortable I think. Feeling uncomfortable seems to come with some sort of realization – or even some judgement. …
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Mom, I love you.
For as long as I can remember, writing always felt like a really natural and authentic way for me to express myself. I write when I am happy, sad, upset, struggling, joyful, celebrating – I feel that the words come to me to express it all. Recently I’ve been debating about where the words come…
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A savage and a sweetheart
She is an old soul with a new style,who wears black and speaks her mind. So powerful, she leaves her prints on everyone she touches because she is both: A Savage and a Sweetheart. – S. Menutt I resonate deeply with this quote. Sometimes I feel more like a savage in my inner life and a sweetheart…
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Why I write (part 1 of many perhaps…)
I don’t normally do this… actually I’ve never done this. But what I wrote this morning in my journal is something I would like to share for the first time. (Ever. ever ever. Dun dun dun.) Stopped writing or a few days and a storm started brewing inside. My meditation this morning was about trusting…
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Dancing in the rain
I danced in the rain today. Literally. But there’s something about that phrase – isn’t there a quote that goes something like … learn to dance in the rain? Something like that. Anyway – it’s such a funny process to go through – surrendering. I experienced it today in such a physical way that it…
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One Hundred and Eighty.
One hundred and eighty. 180. That’s the number of degrees it takes to shut my bathroom door. My new bathroom door that is – in my new home. 2016 man… what crazy year. My parents sold the house this year so my family home now belongs to someone else. I hope they are enjoying it.…
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These days
See that up there ^^? She would never admit it, but she was petrified of looking the way she was feeling at the time… like sh*t. April 2014… I had just started dancing again after 13.5 months off. I ruptured my achilles… got operated on… and began the long long long road to recovery. Well…
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Take care of yourself
See that woman in that photo? My little mom. She has (and still does) cared for me in ways that I can’t even comprehend. But I can feel them and I know who I am today in large part because of her. I received an open letter recently. In it I read the words –…