After A While After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open, With the grace of a woman, not the grief...
My newly reborn self is very different to the previous iteration I have been living from in the past decade. Born from the former iterations long journey of healing trauma, integrating inner selves, finding the oneness of all dualities, balancing masculine and feminine energies and ventures into the void, she is a more fiery warrior, playful being, easy lover, intuitive networker, mystical dancer, and sovereign being....
(verb) dis·in·te·grate \(ˌ)dis-ˈin-tə-ˌgrāt\ To break or decompose into constituent elements, parts, or small particles. To undergo a change in composition. Disintegration is an intrinsic part of our human life and spiritual journey. We experience it not only during the so-called dark night of the soul but also in cycles of purification, purging and at...
“I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things that are not meant for me.” When relationships shift or end I have learned to be vigilant as I keep my ego on a short leash to assure it doesn’t play out the narratives of break ups and suffering it has been conditioned to believe. I do not allow it to denigrate the other to...
