We are at war with love. War…with love. At a glance, this seems like a contradiction. The concept of battle does not match the dreamy gaze of the poets. But. The horror stories are adding up. The level of deceit, lies, and heartbreak that exists in the dating world...
The man vs. bear debate needs one more fighter in the woods: me (and you.) The question has been bouncing around online for some time now. The polls are closed and women have chosen the bear. But I question the question itself, and therefore the integrity of the data....
“I love you” used to be a compliment, now it’s more of a curse. See it in the way we settle for the mechanics. How we take juiceless walks through songs we should slow dance to. Why we tap a thirst trap and still stay thirsty. Our shields are raised. Our arms are...
Love is on the screen again. I swipe away the men like flies who share the secrets of the not-so-fair sex. My eyes linger on the sad poetry that falls from the mouths of the women who have loved and lived to tell the tale. And when someone is brave enough to offer...
He called me naive, but he didn’t realize that I was simply rooting for him. I know that the path where words align with action is built on uneven ground. I was perched on a high branch above him hoping he would find his footing. He called me naive, but he didn’t...
In another life, we might have been flowers. Not roses, their petals are far too strong to describe us. Not daffodils or daisies either, or any of the cultivated varieties. We would be the tender little wildflowers that dance in the fields of grass. As the summer...
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...
There is a world in which I never fully existed, one that will always be yours and not mine. Which is another way of saying that you died before you could tell me all your secrets. Maybe I am there with you in some way. In a wisp of memory you held as your light faded...
Deeply personal 1:1 support
Experience the power of surrender
A 1:1 program on turning pain into power
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40