Growth
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Honesty
Life shifts when you start being honest with yourself. It feels like an exhale. A surrender. A subtle sense of letting life be. I am learning that healing doesn’t happen when you force it. For me, the actual magic has… Continue reading
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Bearing the Fruits of Life
I’ve been fast asleep to the truth of this phrase. Even though I’ve known the phrase since childhood, I’ve never connected the ways my own life has ‘grown fruit.’ It’s a phrase that has always remained slightly abstract, to me.… Continue reading
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Healing
My soul wanted to write. The little bird she is, warm in hands. Just wanted to breathe, wanted to send her soft song into the loud, loud world. I’m lazing by the fire, once again: a little girl’s shame in… Continue reading
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Just As I Am
I’d like to say I’ve landed elegantly on the other side of Kid Lit Vic, but it’s not so much like that for a fluid soul, like me. There have been tears, and there will be more. I couldn’t be… Continue reading
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Exploring Personal Growth Through My Yoga Practice
It’s been a season of stretching. Not stretching in the physical sense, although yoga brings me that opportunity, often. I mean, emotionally and spiritually. I’m softening and maybe accepting myself a little more. It feels really nice to say that.… Continue reading
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Breaking Free from Old Beliefs.
I’ve cried a lot, lately. I can’t believe there was a time where I was afraid to cry. Ashamed to cry. All because of a misguided notion that crying, somehow, makes a person weak. Not so, at all, I now… Continue reading
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Integrity
There’s a fire that is born when you betray your integrity. It begins with guilt and continues on to confusion. Usually it ends in regret. But what also comes is a fire that burns in your soul. An anger, a… Continue reading
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Someone, Somewhere
Beneath the surface, gripped by the ripples of life gone by. It is a sad softness, and there are cold lashes of fear, set into the marrow of my bones. Take this tender heart, I whisper. To someone. Somewhere. Continue reading
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Scars
The scars of life run so very deep. It’s hard to remember them, hard to sit with that pain. The moments of quiet are beautiful, though, and moments of love revisited are to be cherished. How beautiful true love feels… Continue reading