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Uhm. Yeah. So this is a LONG-ASS post. I trust you’ll find it worth your time though. Because it excavates so much of the anger, grief, shame and fear that so many of us women carry. May it be a rich exploration into some of your more hidden belief systems and thought patterns. And may…
Hey love! I’m so happy to share today’s writings with you – because I know they will be so helpful for you!
If you’re anything as impatient as me, the minute you took your first step on this journey of exploring a different way of being, a different way…
(my words are inspired by my own experience of life as a self-identified cis-white woman. please know this exploration of self-love is equally important if you identify differently; may these ideas spark nourishing practices in your own further journey)
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone…
Contrary to what you might think at a first superficial glance, the rise of the divine feminine hasn’t got its roots in feminism. This is not, as some people might say, merely a superficial string of words used by women who secretly and not so secretly wish for more balance, more respect, and more equal rights for women in the world. It is something much deeper than that.
Roses, my garden. I LOVE the beauty & bountifulness of these roses so much.
A tight bud, one petal unfolded.
And for each new petal added to the bloom, adding to the richness of what it is becoming, there are many many moments of “not quite being here, nor there”. And…
There is so much judgment in our society about Truths. It feels like too much of a claiming. “I have the truth”. How can we ever be sure of what the truth really is? How can anyone claim to have knowledge or access to the truth? It feels wrong…
I am standing before you as on a dark windswept night.Dark hair whipping around my face.Shivering in my gorgeous impractical black dress.Amber eyes glowing, somewhat otherworldly, somewhat discomforting.
A shiver runs down your spine.Some truths are better left untold.But still you listen. Riveted, fixed in your place.
Because truth resonates.
And so…
I’ve had this realization, this morning, as I sat with my resentment and anger and wrote my angry hurtful words – to myself, in my journal. There is a wider aspect of self that I feel so supported by, so held by and loved – and yet, at times,…
I don’t think us women truly understand just how un-womanly we have been taught to show up in the world and in our work.
And I plead guilty. Because it’s only now just starting to dawn on me – how utterly and completely I have been living my life from…
