I spent the better part of this weekend without the dopamine drip that comes from my Instagram feed, the result of having my account taken down by the new world that looks like 1984. My digital detox was not by choice. It was quite the opposite of what I would have...
I know it sounds funny to use the word “love” in relation to a social media app, but the truth is, that is the feeling I have for TikTok. When it went dark this weekend in my home country of the US this weekend while I sat in my ex-pat home in Canada, I was reminded...
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...
When it is real, it will crush you. But in the way that grapes are crushed for wine. It will rip off your eyelids. But in the way that allows you to see more daylight. It will smash its waves endlessly against you. But in the way that roots you into the courage to...
An astrologer once told me to be careful what I ask for, because I will likely get it. This was in reference to a sweep of stars and planets in my birth chart, a pattern that showed him my power to bring into fruition my desires. It’s a big responsibility to work...
Are you going to let the last bit of wildness in you die? Will you turn the lock to your own cage and throw the key just out of arm’s length? Let the animal inside you be snuffed out and swept away by the call to civilized life? Or will you fight for its right to...
You are an erotic being. You will always be an erotic being. Even before you took the form of your thighs, your lips, the inner arc of your elbow, you were the erotic. Yes, that dancing iridescent purple flash above the lovers your parents once were is and always will...
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...
Sex, in its simplest form, is a playspace. This playspace is desperately needed by adults who typically don’t have a lot of ways in which to find the kind of playfulness we used to know. Our grown up days are filled with responsibility. Taking care of others, paying...
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The Bhagavad Gita 2:40