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Showing posts from March, 2016

wild girl life

it is the language of hearts and hands discovering truth, connection and always something unexpected over miles, over time, over coffee and sharing finding wildness in the ritual of words and togetherness  life as the most gorgeous story unfolding, right before our eyes cracked open, beautiful and messy and full shaking loose the gems and planting seeds of possibility this is brunch alchemy

the intimacy of falling apart

The saying goes, you teach what you most need to learn . And so I am learning all the ways inside my own intimacy, unlocking doors, touching the most tender parts underneath, exploring the corners left in darkness. As it turns out, this kind of inward reaching and deeper connectivity is the hardest for me. I am not good at it. I haven't had a lot of practice of being met there. My walls have always been tall and well kept, not so much intended to keep others out, but more as a way to contain what is within and keep that messiness away from those who shouldn't have to see. It's what I'd always known, what I grew up with, never having witnessed my parents fight or cry, which was so confusing to a girl who had so much of both. I have always felt a little broken for having so many feelings. So it was in the sanctuary of anonymity when I went away to college, away from home for the first time, from friends, from anything that felt familiar or what might at all re