I’ve been talking a lot about love lately. I’ve been recording the audiobook of Letters to My Lovers, a task that has filled my mouth with all sorts of sweet words, but it’s not just this recent to-do I’m referring to. Love has been one of my favorite topics of...
If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from 20 years of work as an intuitive, it’s that most of us are desperate to be seen. To be seen – a metaphor for being understood, accepted, cherished, and valued exactly as you are. For the honorable parts and the quirks. The...
“Whatever you’re doing, it’s working.” These were the recent words from a healer, a man who met me at my lowest point and, both by proxy and direct intervention, helped me access a state of vitality I'd not felt in years. I found him in winter 2021. It was the height...
When it comes to healing, the way up isn’t always down. I’m speaking in terms of the nervous system, of course. And I’m speaking to the multitude of teachings that focus on attuning to calm as the definition of healing. What I’m saying is that true nervous system...
I know what surrender looks like. She’s on her knees in response to my direction. But the buzz in my ears tells me she is afraid. I ask her what she feels. A desire to run away, she says. I tell her to stand and move away from my sight. He’s crawling toward me on...
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...
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