“What do you do” is a hard question for me to answer because I don’t fix broken people. Nobody comes to me with a problem that needs to be solved. Not really, even if they think they do. They quickly discover that the thing in them that is pulling them to me, is the only reason they are here. It doesn’t matter what they want.
It was back in the end of 2018, just a few weeks after starting this business… Someone I knew was talking to me about Bitcoin, and trying to explain cryptocurrency to me My brain had absolutely no understanding really of what he was talking about. I had heard people mention crypto here and there before, but I was of the understanding that it had already
Your bad girl Your slut Your killer Your whore Your mean girl Your wasteful Uncaring Selfish Bitch Your menstrual blood Dripping down your leg Your illness Your crazy Your power Your witch The part that could tear flesh to shreds The part that would survive Alone naked in the forest at night Shut away in prison Your hungry wolf Your fat Your lumps and bumps
She let herself go her hips spilled over the sides of chairs her belly left the room her breasts escaped and wisps of hair rose up toward the sky Out in every direction She let herself go her legs became pillows her body remembered it was water And her skin began to cry With relief. As it stopped trying to hold itself in and up
It is none of my business what size my body decides to become. The size of my body is not actually relevant to anything. In this past year I have been humbly deeply learning FROM my body. Listening to the intensity of my hunger. Responding to food cravings regardless of what my mind thought about the food. Responding to my body’s desire for A LOT
Today the mandates ended in BC. For 7 months we have not been able to go to restaurants, movie theaters, gatherings, or generally participate in most of enjoyable society. This was a form of pressure and for a lot of people it worked. It would never work for us. I would never abandon my knowing for pleasure. I would never abandon the truth of my
He was sleeping. 12:30 am. I had not gone to bed yet, our last night here, journaling and dreaming And just feeling the peacefulness of the moment. As I lay there, soaking it in – the waves outside, the cool white sheets, him next to me Suddenly I really wanted sex. My mind was like, really? It’s 12:30 am. You should be going to sleep.
Coddling and soothing your trauma will be helpful for a period of time but will not lead you to freedom. We have a strong current culture right now that is very oriented around not triggering people and generally tip-toeing on eggshells around anything that might upset them. Even when I dare to suggest in one tiny sentence in my stories that women might create their
The last time I was here I was terrified to be in this grocery store. I was on a trip last June and it was the only grocery store in town. I hadn’t been inside a “normal” grocery store in years. I only shopped at Whole Foods or health food stores and I felt very superior about this. I had started eating more food three
Today I had 7 poop buckets to take out, in the rain. It was my turn but we were post-wedding and then sick and it just hadn’t happened yet. Jordan was on a call and I thought, well, so what if it’s raining. We leave tomorrow. I could leave them but I’ll still have to take care of them when we return. So I went,