Tag: death
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Sit with it
In many ways, we’ve been brought up to quiet any talk or thoughts regarding the state of our own mental health. Emotions are labeled as good and bad. As kids we are often told that we are okay rather than asked. As adults we’ve formulated a robotic response of “I’m okay” when asked. If we…
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Birthwork
I learned a couple of things from being a birthworker- View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
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Dark poetry
We are so quick to close the door after an experience. We allow the small details to fester and disintegrate within our own bodies and minds. But why not keep that door open and allow others to see in? Why not allow others to watch the unfolding and unraveling? Not because I think it’s important…
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Island
Darkness courses through my veins just as light emanates from my body. I see, feel, process, internalize, and communicate differently than some others, and sometimes I feel like an island. People can see my silhouette from a distance but upon getting closer they just can’t grasp the complexities of what is before them. My emotions…
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Animals
We communicate with animals without even realizing that we’re having full blown conversations. This nonverbal connection that we share is so intricate and intimate, yet so simple. All we have to do is choose to listen. Often times we speak for them, or at them, rather than allowing them the space to truly get across…
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Alternative storytelling #9
The color green is all around; giving us life and nutrients and security. It carries the vibration for growth, health, and rebirth.View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
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Fight, flight, or freeze
I’m relentlessly tossed around in the rush of a wave pool (constructed by my own choices) begging for the machine to turn off. Lifeguards watch from the sidelines, mistaking my fearful face with a face of adrenaline. I want to get out. I can’t gain my footing even though the ground isn’t far from my…
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Limited language
There are times when I want to claw my skin off. Not necessarily to get rid of the skin that I wear but more so to release what I feel is trapped inside. I have found that words cannot properly express what it is that I’m trying to convey, and because of that I feel…
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Boundaries
I never knew of boundaries when I was younger. That word didn’t really exist in my vocabulary. Our family, and close knit community, was seemingly nonchalant and carefree about boundaries (or lack thereof). In fact, I’m not sure I even heard that word (used in such a context) until I was in my 20’s and…
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Alternative storytelling #8
In all honesty, I am speechless when it comes to trees. Enjoy these pictures of trees in the Pacific Northwest & happy Sunday. **all photos were taken by me**View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
The Sacred Body 