Breathe

A couple months ago, I was scrolling through Instagram and saw this post: I had, a short while before, begun to consider that I was not breathing as deeply as I could, physically. I was noticing that I was not utilizing my diaphragm but instead breathed up into my shoulders. This sounds like a silly … Continue reading Breathe

Haven

The birds cry out as if I am an intruderLittle do they know this is my forest as wellI have walked these paths for three years nowI have watched the seasons come and goWatched the trees fade in and out of slumberI love how the light filters down through the full, verigated canopyI revel in … Continue reading Haven

Three-in-One

Besides kicking off a journey into spirituality, another big game changing move I made was to split myself into three people. Yep, correct. Last time I am listening to a woman who was talking with demons (chill out, it’s just Source and, yes, it is safe). This time I am talking about how I gave … Continue reading Three-in-One

Back to Reality

A couple years ago, my brother-in-law came to live with my ex and me. It was awkward as hell. Honestly, I would not have chosen it for that season of my life. Yet, I have HUGE amounts of gratitude that it happened. Around that same time, I was also beginning to reopen my exploration of … Continue reading Back to Reality

Vunerability

Vunerability (n): the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally. I am the kind of person who can tell you, a stranger, about the deepest ugliest parts of my story and not squirm. And, I mean deep and ugly. I can tell you about how my … Continue reading Vunerability

Alone

“Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.” –Oh the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Suess Until recently, so little of my life has been spent TRULY, bodily alone. -I am the oldest of six children, with only nine years of difference between me and my youngest sibling -After living in close quarters with … Continue reading Alone

Asking

I have to learn to stop asking the universe for things. I told someone at the beginning of last year, “You know what? If I lose Y, the world better be prepared for what comes out of me because the art that comes out is going to be something.” I heard the death nell in … Continue reading Asking

Foray

SelectedFrom manyTemptedAnd teasedBoundariesErectedSafetyAchieved Sliced openNo bloodJust dreamsUnformedYou calledIt BeautyOnce moreAdored You dugWe foundMore strengthThan lackYou deemedMe braveExploredMy tack FartherDarkerEarnestI fellMusicNot mineCreatedThe spell I knewMy fateTo breakAgainThis timeGroundedGratefulI’ll mend The clockTicked downLouderMore sureI triedTo buryDesiresUnmoored UselessAttemptThe end It cameQuietAnd simpleGone justThe same Fuck you x 😘 Continue reading Foray

Made in His Image

When I was growing up, it was my greatest desire to be “daddy’s little girl.” I knew I was my mom’s “girl” but I felt that since I came first in the line up, I had dibs on being the apple of my dad’s eye. Somehow, this dialogue was born that my sister, the secondborn, … Continue reading Made in His Image