the holy contradiction project: shadow/illumination

  I went out to sit with the moon her shadow side showing laid naked for all to see how round and perfect and red she was how true and deep and loved she spoke to me, that blood moon of the superpowers within my soul I sat at the end of my driveway bare legs on...
remember.

remember.

  remember when you’d dream so freely your body nearly lifted up into the cosmos? remember when everything felt possible because it was only the beginning? remember the certainty you held for a life filled with travel and discovery? of love so deep and...
allowance.

allowance.

      “you are allowed to be you” she said as we held savasana. that’s when the tears came. where along the way did i begin to believe something different? i haven’t always felt at home on this earth. my round thoughts never...
longing.

longing.

The longing is loud, most days. Every day. Mostly at night. Mornings, too. And those frequent times I wake up in the middle of the night. It’s when I feel closest to my desires. The house quiet, settled where everything within me has space to rise up. The longing is...

the holy contradiction project

what happens in the space where contradictions meet, cross over, bump up against one another?  is there wholeness in that?  we humans are complex.  we contain multitudes.  we attach ourselves to labels and we move through the world with those labels in tact.  what...
found

found

and there you sit. found. right beside the lies that you’ve heard whispered into your recent cellular memory. “it would be easier if you would just disappear”. unspoken words, of course. being found is about action. it’s the inaction that hurts...