This is for my tender hearted girls. The ones who are told they feel too deeply, cry too much, love too easily. The ones who are called naive or foolish. The ones who get spat upon for swooning over a sunset or chided for burying a dead bird they found and placing a...
When you are tired. When you are overwhelmed. When you have screamed all there is to scream or have swallowed every whimper until silence is all that greets you. When the thing you thought was gone for good shows up with a suitcase. When you are out of ideas and...
I once heard a story about the meaning of enrichment. It was about the c*ck of a god that was torn off and swallowed by a fish. It was lost forever. But as the tale goes, it is the reason that the land becomes fertile when the great river floods. Though this is the...
Do you ever forget yourself? Put differently, do you ever forget your capacity for greatness, for self-expression, for being a valuable member of your chosen community? Do you forget yourself as an artist? A thinker? A creator of new ways? If your memory is a little...
Before I go feral. Before I go make my home in a moss-covered hovel. Before I leave behind my lipstick and mirrors and stop pulling out the tiny branches that I’ve captured in my hair while running naked through the trees. Before I forget the joy of lounging in the...
(listen to the audio recording) There’s a woman who travels with me everywhere I go. Her name: Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe. Aka, “Virgin Mary.” Whenever I go somewhere new, meet someone new, or have to do something I would rather not do, I loop her image etched into...
When you’re not sure and not sure when you’ll be sure. When you’ve given all you can. When your dream doesn't have a place within theirs. When there’s no other option. When you want to keep something for you, without apology. When it’s over, really over. When your...
(audio version below) If you’re confused, pause and listen. The wolves are calling you home. Like you, my understanding of the nature of wolves first came from childhood readings of Little Red Riding Hood, The Three Little Pigs, and other smear campaigns. Things were...
It’s damn cold, isn’t it? Good, it should be this time of year. I lived in the tropics for four years. Winter meant wrapping a light sweater around my sundress. On the coldest days, I wore closed-toe shoes. People often look at me in awe when I tell them about my life...
December's Awake in The Nest recording is live! (Available to all Nest members at the Silver level and higher. If you signed up for the free pass, check your email for your link) Our theme this month is confusion. While I value the sacred pause confusion brings, it's...
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The Bhagavad Gita 2:40