I have learned that when people are determined to see me through a dark lens, they won’t be talked out of it.
I have, however, learned that it’s their lens not my truth.
That’s a good feeling.
at dusk cartwheels on the grass sister teaching sister with ubuntu the crunch of dried autumn leaves fading red sun shimmers on the river pink cheeks hair tumbling wildly we watch our breath appear on the exhale moments woven together with great laughter and love in autumn bliss
when i am swallowed up in my own pain when people are here but not here when i am overwhelmed by the needs and expectations of people who want me all to them themselves to be their balm to be an audience to be what they need… i look for a way out and then…
maybe all i ever needed was to let life come to me to stop trying so hard to wait and listen to be a bowl to be filled more chalice less blade i like being filled up i like being soft
“Kiss the boys and make them cry. Don’t need your heart cuz I got mine.” This song came on randomly today and pretty much matches my mood. I don’t really want to make boys cry (much). The truth is, I am just noticing my shadow these days. Watching it get pissed off. Watching it want…
I noticed this today sitting in the dirt at the base of my jade plant. This withering leaf with the tiny new plant growing from it. It is not attached to anything except the leaf. Rootless. I am on a healing journey that involves a rather significant rebirthing process. This process works by reclaiming all…
Life is a waterfall We’re one in the river And one again after the fall Swimming through the void We hear the word We lose ourselves But we find it all…. Cause we are the ones that want to play Always want to go But you never want to stay And we are the ones…