Oh, but I am so very much more than a collection of pretty words. I’m tear stained and crumpled poetry; stirring, profound, rubbish, absurd. I’m tranquil shades of arcadian blue, a hawk soaring over wide open skies; demure and charcoal grey backdrops, and storms raging from swollen eyes. I am the stench of decayed, rotting […]
You can’t break a woman who is self made. She’s courageous and strong, because she walked through her darkest nights alone. She faced her own fears, and picked her own self up off the floor when it was time to start again. She doesn’t fear your monsters, because she was warrior enough to slay her […]
It was so easy, and yet it wasn’t. She decided to take back control – but only after spending years living a life she didn’t want. She had to suffer the stories and the characters she’d built. She had to uproot the sources of the projections that maintained them. In that moment of blooming it […]
It’s okay if one day you step out the door like a lioness and the next day you feel like you’re still just a cub. At times you’ll be all dreams and daring, magic, manifesting, and miracles; but there may also be others when you’re weary, wary, conflicted, constricted, or confused. And that’s okay. It’s […]
Some of us are built of something different. Some of us need to be uprooted in order to grow. We have to deliberately let go of everything that grounds us, that shelters us, that defines and confines what’s real. Some of us have to burn, to break, to jump, to implode – because in that […]
The truth is that very little of it really matters. In the end, it doesn’t matter whether it’s labeled a failure or success. It doesn’t matter if they turned out to be trustworthy or they burned you the minute your back was turned. It doesn’t even matter what you managed to hold on to versus […]
Don’t tell me I’m pretty; I had no say in the matter of my looks. I didn’t choose what features I would have or what shape my body would take. I didn’t create the palette from which my eyes, hair, and skin were painted; nor did I hold the chisel that crafted my frame. Tell […]
It is time. It’s time to rise. It’s time to step up, to step out, to step into our truth, our power, our missions, our might. Now is the time to offer support, protection, and encouragement. Now, as the world is awakening and so many people are shaking off the last remnants of sleep. Now […]
So now here I am, clothed in my womanhood, standing in my power. Here I am, stronger than I ever would have imagined I could be, more free than I ever thought possible, living with more purpose than I ever dreamt I’d find. So now here I am, looking back at the girl I once […]
Sometimes it can almost feel as if I am too much, like there is far more inside than one life could possibly contain. Sometimes it’s like I’m pulling apart at the seams and these inner galaxies are pushing against the walls of my chest, looking for ways to come pouring out. Sometimes it can catch […]
I can’t offer you a promise, and I can’t offer you direction – but this doesn’t mean that I am lost. It just means that everything changes, and that includes you and I. It means that, to promise anything, or to draw any kind of path, is to step outside of truth. It is to […]
I’ve finally learned what it means to love the clouds and the storms as much as the sunshine – and it hasn’t been as easy as that simple sentence makes it sound. Love isn’t easy, until it is. It takes work, until it doesn’t. This is something that takes time to understand. It took me […]
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