more of me, please

i feel like i’m coming back to something. idk exactly what. but actually, i feel like i’m always coming back to something. seems like the freaking theme of my life. i think i tried to make my writing about ‘something’. i think i wanted to be known for ‘something’. i think i wanted to be […]

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Re-parenting

Adulthood grants us the privilege and responsibility of re-parenting ourselves. That has become my definition of adulting as of late. Adulting, to me, is not really about having a job, a career, a house, a relationship, status, community, etc etc etc. It’s about coming home to self, about acknowledging, recognizing, holding the child within, the […]

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Stepping into vs. Allowing through

From this morning’s journaling I do not align with the concept of ‘stepping into’ anything, whether a role as a teacher, healer or gifts, etc. I understand it’s a phrase used to signify a conscious choosing into that serves many. I’m not trying to bash anyone’s positive experience with it. If it works, it works. […]

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My Story: Life Sucked Big Time Before It got Good

As a child, she sought truth. She had no idea what it was, what it looked like, what it sounded like, what it smelled like. But it was as if it was all she knew. She craved something she never knew. She only knew it existed because she craved it. But even then, she doubted […]

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Let’s Cry Together! Lol

Lately, I’ve been emotional. Like crying a lot. There’s nothing specific that I’m crying about again and again. I’m just crying when I feel things. And honestly, I am super loving it. I spent all of my high school through college through young adult years through my 20’s martyring myself –  without knowing it, as […]

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Rewrite My Past

After reading a section of the book Earth, I felt a desire to work with my timelines and rewrite my past in relation to my parents. I pondered, which part of my past with my parents did I want to rewrite? I thought back and realized, my parents have loved me well. I truly feel […]

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My Freedom Belly – It’s a New Forever Thing

Sweet liberation. I have a confession. It’s something I’ve been sitting for half my life – I’m 32 now. If you do the math, it started when I was in high school, sophomore-ish. I wanted to be seen, desired, liked. No, that’s not the confession. I would do things that would make me look a […]

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I Can Hear The Sound. Can You?

There’s so much noise. Clatter, clunking, puttering, willy wallying. Noise that comes from all directions, surrounds me like air. Noise that says everything and speaks nothing. Speaks everything and says nothing. Noise that has no real purpose, intention, direction. It’s noise. decor wallpaper background different wavelengths frequencies things. Just things. Things things things. Neither adding […]

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What am I?

My art is me. My art is my way of being.  My way of being is my art.  It has nothing to do with sharing anything with anyone.  I say that because I felt like I needed to,  in order to validate and honor my art,  to give it a voice,  a purpose,  a direction. […]

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Today is a New Ass Day

I had an interesting past couple days,  feeling in and out of equilibrium,  wanting to feel better, feeling better, and then feeling not great. I can’t say that it’s over or that I understand it all. It probably isn’t and I don’t. I did have a really nice journaling session yesterday that came out of […]

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Fathering Me

“I’m f&#@ing leaving. I can’t.” The words popped out of my mouth before I knew it. They interrupted the words coming out of my dad’s mouth, words about his thoughts on my relationship with Soul, words that seemed to push me against the edges of my sanity, my equilibrium, words that seemed to suffocate me,  […]

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