starting over again at any point in your life

I suppose the best way to start this post is life anything we start in life in the wake of so much we are still processing …   Ironically, I’ve always found the best advice to anchor to is often in contradiction to what everyone else’s opinion or advice might be. How do we start when we’re…

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how language shapes our world

Of course!   But OF COURSE!   It struck me like lightning as I read “The Earth Path” by Starhawk. I’m reading words like “the energy embodied in systems, also stored, held available for future use … the solar budget” and I can feel in my bones that something is amiss. Yes, something indeed is amiss….

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the story of my little white house

There’s something I feel I need to confess.   I’m not sure if confess is the right word – it certainly wasn’t a sin or wrongdoing. Perhaps what I’m looking for is to be witnessed, even if no one actually reads this post, there is something concrete and ritualistic about publishing words in the digital…

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an unexpected realization

In my previous post I shared my experience of how a flash of frustration and anger revealed threads of underlying grief in a spontaneous keening that sprang fourth from my body (you can read that whole post HERE).   What I didn’t realize at the time of practice or reflection or writing that post just…

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The Deeper Thing

I’ve been home sick for a few days now. Not the kind of sick where you think you’re dying, mind you, but the kind where you can’t go out in public, but you’re still healthy enough to read, listen to podcasts, and journal between naps, tea, and soup.   So I went down a rabbit…

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taboo

In a recent post on social media I talked about a recent embodiment session I did with myself in where I alchemized intense menstrual cramps and nausea into not just 1 but 2 cervical orgasms (without touching my vulva by the way).   I’ve been in deep devotion and reverence to following the embodiment path…

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home (2)

I don’t think I really understood what home was until now.   It took loss to open me up to it.   It took the loss of one of my most central and formative relationships. It took immigrating to a different country, cultural context, and land. It took deciding to heal deep trauma – ancestral,…

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a taste of my own medicine

Uff There’s nothing quite like confronting your own humanity to humble a person.   Over the past year it’s come more and more to the forefront how I invest in my own victim stories. Wowzer. I just can’t ignore it anymore. I can no longer let it go by unacknowledged.   Although I may have…

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orgasm and innocence

I have a secret I’ve been keeping that I think it’s time I came clean about.   When I think about why I haven’t really talked about this explicitly, it seems obvious. It’s the thing everyone everywhere likes to exploit for profit or shame for profit. Either way, I’ve found myself in an in between…

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home

What is HOME? I’ve been contemplating this for I feel like my whole life. The answer changes in a way, but there is always something that never ever does.   Recognition. Felt sense. There is a knowing in my bones and simply knows home.   As babies, our nervous systems learn what “home” is through our…

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