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Watch the stories your mind creates

This morning, Jordan and I were getting ready to go on vacation (a covid-safe trip, to his family’s house on the coast). He left to pick up our rental car. I was in a fantastic mood, cleaning the house, getting everything ready to leave. When Jordan came back, he was quiet. He didn’t give me much attention. I knew he hadn’t eaten yet, that he

You desire the things that secretly disgust you

A couple years ago, I was listening to Carolyn Elliott talking about embodying your sexual opposite. The idea was to experiment with taking on the identity that you hate the most. I knew what mine was. I knew what sexual archetype ABSOLUTELY disgusted me. It was the image of a Playboy Bunny-esque type of woman, saying in this sly, submissive voice, “I like that Daddy.”

Shunning makeup is a sign of wounding with the masculine

Shunning makeup can be a big “fuck you” to the patriarchy And it is also a sign of wounding with the masculine. I clung to makeup throughout my entire teenage life. I had horrible acne. I refused to let anyone see me without full foundation ever. I touched it up throughout the day, during soccer practices. I took makeup with me into the shower at

Feeling and naming your full desire: Jordan pays for our lives & this is what that looks like

Earlier this year, I was lying on the grass, headphones in, listening to one of my teachers talk about feeling your full desire. She mentioned how when we don’t express 100% of our desire to someone, we rob them of the ability to feel 100% of our appreciation. I thought about how I owed Jordan money. How I was “supposed” to feel so grateful to

They have told you to hide it

They have told you to hide it. They have told you to stuff it up, to let it turn brown before it leaves you, to not let the word pass your lips. They have told you that your body functions just like a man’s — — ignoring that your body takes a month to go through your process. He goes through his in a day.

A lady in the dark

Things are coming undone   Let them die.   A lady in the dark Snakes wrapped around her organs She keeps herself collected Pretends she doesn’t feel them Inside She wants to surrender, to Receive   It is calling her to take Responsibility Swallows of the coolest water She holds herself   Like wax, she melts When lit   Fills her own container First  

Put me with the dead things

— I wrote this poem on August 9th when I was in the depths of a huge energetic shift, and just found it in the notes on my phone this morning. Wanted to share with you.   Rest came for me this evening It did not warn me It did not even knock on the door. It did not give me time to plan, to

The mature feminine can sit within discomfort

The immature feminine tears things down when they no longer feel true. She is a little bit afraid of destruction, but she will let it come through. She is fascinated by it. She rips everything to shreds when it no longer feels right. The immature feminine utilizes her power, but she often feels victimized by it. She absolves herself of responsibility, saying, “Me? I didn’t

Your Belly is Supposed to Hang Down

YOUR BELLY IS SUPPOSED TO HANG DOWN. Today I had a session with @_carly.rae . As she massaged my belly, she pointed out how tight the fascia was. “Our bellies are supposed to hang down,” she said. To make room for our organs. So our uterus and our intestines have space. I have known for a long time that I’m not supposed to have a

in Reverence

In Awe I bow   In Reverence   To Her   She knows exactly what is needed in every moment, Exactly who She is for   To some, She gives a drop To others, a flooding Some, a tsunami To some, a gentle river Lapping waves, and Crashing   She doses her medicine In the perfect amount   She goes where she is called. Where