As our feet move forward As they carry us to our next destination As they move our souls forward to the deepest desires of the longing of our hearts We nurture them Letting our feet dance our mysteries into the darkness Letting our feet dabble in the misty cool water of the ocean at sunrise
Tag: support
My life is out of this world these days. Friendships are magical. Sex is on fire. My home is my safe space. And what changed to make it all like this? Oh, only everything. I would love to say nothing happened. Life just got great. But I would be lying. I’ve traversed the depths of
I am so bored with the “I got my vaccine” posts 🙄 I am so bored with the “I’m never getting that vaccine” posts 🙄 I am so bored with the mind control and bullshit and holier than thou attitudes being shared on social media. I am so bored with the people who say they
Have you ever experienced the fear of fear? Fear gets to the best of us at times. And sometimes it is nothing more than a fear of being afraid itself. All of us have experienced fear at some point in our lives and I feel like the state of the world right now is causing
You can keep the friendships where you gossip and bitch about others instead of having conversations about what the actual issue is. You can keep the friendships where you feel you need to compete with each other. You can keep the friendships that are only one sided. You can keep the friendships of convenience. I
When you feel that heaviness what do you do? Do you allow it to flow or do you tighten up like a screw? Forcing things into holes that they don’t really fit. Hoping maybe one day you will manage to forget all about it. Praying those feelings will just disappear But instead finding out they
Today I am tired. Today I want to cry. And rage. Seeing that some people value their lives and health at the cost of a doughnut, a beer, $300. To see the utter vitriol being spewed forth by some breaks my heart. I want to go back into my shell and sleep forever and never
I’ve seen all the creams and surgeries and tips on getting rid of my stretch marks. And yes I have tried many of them myself. I’ve now also spent a long time loving my stretch marks and the way they sit on my body. I love the dimples, I love the colours, I love what
“Argh that’s enough” I exclaimed as I held my hands up in the stop symbol. I stood there in the middle of the room not saying a word after that. There had been yelling, blaming, retaliating happening. But as I stood there in my quiet power the anger dissipated. Most people in my presence will
I’ve done a lot of ‘work’ on my traumas and self healing. And yet still I find myself choosing to be alone. To process alone. Not reaching out to those I love and trust even though I know they would be there for me. Still putting others needs before my own and not speaking up










