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Cages of Words

As I was meditating, my family began to float through my head. Including my step-family. This is probably because my step-grandpa passed away just last week, and it’s Christmas season so ‘tis the time for family gatherings.

Now, if I am honest, my relationship with this side of my family hasn’t always felt smooth as silk. (Which isn’t to say they’re bad people at all).

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No Means F'ing NO: Standing in the Warrior Goddess Power

In the wake of the “Me Too” movement, I am calling for a continued uprising of fiery take-no-shit Divine Feminine Love.

I read a local newspaper article that still has me boiling.

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Stop Feeling Sorry for Yourself and Change the Effing Channel

The last while for me was a chaotic dumping of insights in the form of painful and a seemingly embarrassing influx of memories.

That seems to be how the awakening process goes for me: I’m feeling relatively okay, I have a grasp on what I’m doing or what I think I want, I’m grateful, and then I make a comment or have a thought about being ready for “more,” and in comes the funnel of “Are You Ready for This?!”

Bam.

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Oh, Cupcake(less)

I went to the grocery store tonight.  I dragged my exhausted, nauseated body, along with the underwear-less body of my two-and-a-half-year old.  Because, you know, Mama's love is like gravity to a toddler, doesn't matter how Mama is feeling.

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Your Only Job is to Show Up

We really complicate life.  Like, Sweet Jesus, do we ever.

We complicate it with expectations- of ourselves, of others, of how we think something should unfold or the way it should go.  And when the expectations aren't met, we're convinced that life is shit and we'e bad and unworthy of unhappiness.

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Catching a Ride with Neutrality

I drove along the snow and slush covered roads, white knuckling it the three and a half hour drive (one that should have taken two hours, thankyouverymuch).  

My instinct associated gripping the wheel with protection from bodily harm. 

I was tense over my being late, and there being no safe way to speed the process of getting there.  

I loathe being late.  Ask my kids what mornings look like as bus stop time approaches.  My voice tightens like my hamstrings after a 20 km run, and I turn into a female version of Captain von Trapp. 

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What All Girls "Should" Be

Here it is: pieces of my past, pieces of my heart, and the not-so-pretty scars and stories that have wound their way through my existence in this lifetime.

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You Are a Channel

What's it mean to be a channel?  Can anyone do it?...

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