She Wants To Be Read

When you get angry at someone or feel hurt by them You may forget that they are a full person too That they still have good qualities, that they also feel, that they also hurt and they also want for things in life Remembering the humanness in the other reminds us to remember the humanness…

And some days   It will feel necessary  To shut down a little bit Just to get through When it all feels too much   But I hope that you remember  Before you rest your head at night  To sit with your heart Breathe her open So you can start again (There is a great chance that…

I remember  smoking Marlboro menthols on the back steps of my little share house in Walthamstow  I remember the smell of the air and the freedom I felt  And the depth that I would feel Along with the deep remembering  of who I was  after so many years of forgetting  Moments of bliss inside of…

Oh,  it’s just for the joy  (Not just) When I try to live to please Or perfect When I write with even a slight sense of try Or for any gain I miss it along with the pleasure, the relief, the opening and the heart  Oh,  I see now  All of it,  it’s for the…

Sometimes we forget it all for a moment don’t we? And we start to think and worry and fear and consider that we are not enough, that this experience will be wasted, that we aren’t doing it right!And then our amnesia passes and we throw our heads back, look at the sky and laugh a…

The scariest thing about vulnerability? You have to keep consciously leaning into, not away from, your deepest fears. The more vulnerable you are, the more your old stories, fears and insecurities seem to arise. But better that they are unearthed, seen, heard, recognized, said out loud, accepted, held and integrated, sending what you no longer…

Swimming in uncertainty and circling with doubt I draw the question mark down the length of my spine below my bellybutton landing it at the very base my sacred space I find peace, clarity I find the answer, Always a gentle truth (The body talks)

She shed her skin in Autumn And rested for Winter curled up into a ball gave herself time to pause grieve the old ways the shedding of what was And now I can feel her come alive again Underneath my feet I smell her sweetness Jasmine fills the air She is preparing to bloom (I…

I searched for her high and low The girl that had vanished so abruptly and as I journeyed I desperately remembered her free spirit The way her aura used to leak radiance I knew it was no good As my heart fell So I allowed myself to grieve Acknowledging the discomfort that came with knowing…

I have never loved someone anymore in my whole entire life. I am not sure I even love my own mother the same way (sorry Mum). The love is fierce, deep, it swallows you whole asking you to be ONLY that love. It is wild and free and beautiful and expansive and your heart softens…