There is great strength in softness and vulnerability. When women remember to carry our blade, we don’t need to be tough or hard.
Today, I allow my heart to stay open and trust that my Inner Knight is here to protect the Queen that I am so that I can serve with benevolence and grace.
And so it is.
Vulva Undulating Love Naked Ecstasy Relinquish Allowing Beautiful Lingering Elegance
“A great many men’s gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.” ~Francois de La Rochefoucauld Today is Thanksgiving here in the USA and I’m seeing all kinds of gratitude posts on Ye Old Internet. I went to find a nice quote about gratitude and saw the one above….
There’s so much I want to say. So much I could say about friendship, and belonging, and how care (or the absence of it) feels deep in the center of my being. About feeling dehumanized so often. Objectified. Plunked into the fantasies and projections of men who said they loved me but didn’t show me…
I see so often how I longed for something and once I got it, it soon began to be less appealing. This was true of material things, men, experiences and even “freedom”
encaustic overlaid with digital photo dark and ever darker turning deep within the songbird prepares her flight
The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my quest for love and belonging is giving my trust to people who have not earned it. Like Vasilisa, I have my wooden doll from my mother. I have learned to trust this Loving Voice deep inside my own being. She tells me what is true. She tells…