We are groomed to accept toxic love. Perhaps this started with the story of Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers who were doomed to death at the onset? For whatever reason, the stories we tell and are attracted to affirm these types of love stories.… Continue Reading “Toxic Love”
Life changes. Sometimes you rail against these changes, denying them and fighting them. Trying to bargain and trade to get back whatever it is you’ve lost. I have found myself in this space. Begging for second chances, swearing I’ll change myself to fit a… Continue Reading “The Space Left Behind”
Peace comes when my mind, body, heart, and willpower are all in alignment – whole and undivided.
Only when this happens will I act from a place of sovereign discernment, clarity, and connection to my innermost self. This is what it means for me to flow with integrity.
What struck me today was the importance of radical acceptance, of the ability of accurately seeing whatever lurks before and within me, and accepting it for what it is. Not dressing it up in niceties or false hope; but holding it in my arms, feeling it in my body, moving through it, and letting it go.
Emotional exposure is terrifying. I can’t be the only one that does everything in my power to attempt to control it? To refine, diminish, and play small in order to avoid potential pain In order to regulate vulnerability? Something wonderful comes into my life… Continue Reading “Emotional Exposure”
There used to be a time when we called for someone to catch us with no fear or trepidation. A time when we were filled with wild abandon. We trusted completely in the fact that the one we called to would catch us. We… Continue Reading “I Used to Leap”
I don’t want to lose myself, I want to be found.
True meaningful connection, I believe – friend – can only happen when people are able to show up as authentic versions of themselves, ready to let go of any sort of need of other to fulfill or satisfy any inner shortcoming or longing.
To be loved by someone who looks at me with pride and amazement, whose hands have an irresistible urge to touch and caress me, whose love is so clear and tangible that I am left with no doubts, and am thus able to live without the fear of rejection, or of not being good enough — because with every look and touch I’m told;
You’re special, I choose you.