I am here because I told myself I would be, and I care immensely about sharing our perspectives on every subject under the Sun. I’m particularly interested in outlier perspectives and inside information. I am a metaphysics maven hungry for energy moving through words in a way that urges and urges me to keep going, to stay open, to be in love with this experience on earth right now.
I am here to move energy in a way that feels respectful of my system. I am here to inquire about subjects that resonate with me and channel the wisdom I…
Right now I am thinking of Cinderella and her stepsisters (not to mention the stepmother). Let’s say for the duration of this article, at least, that no one is the bad guy or good guy, no perpetrator or victim.
The stance I take is that we are all, always, both — even if a given situation seemingly suggests otherwise.
There are infinite angles in every story, which distorts the ability to pinpoint any character in any judgment.
I personally really enjoy this way of being and am relieved of strong hankerings to feel either sorry for or ashamed of myself.
I asked a fellow writer if they had a prompt for me this evening, just for fun. Her immediate reply was very humorous to me:
How do I know when I’m “relaxed”?
The main point of this article is to make you laugh. And if you don’t laugh then you are likely very committed to being uptight.
In this era of cuppa coffee a day I often feel like I did just a little bit of cocaine. I’m highly sensitive, so maybe you don’t understand.
It’s often a convenient truth in keeping up with a toddler and two frisky dogs…
Recently I’ve been courting a man, a soulmate, one of those people that feel like an impossibly strong magnet and who prove to you that you’re not as in charge of everything as you think you are.
After two years of running into each other and tripping over ourselves, we started taking our dogs for treks weaving long country roads and luscious forest paths. Our bodies would bump against each other and our conversation twisted and dipped with the vast landscape of our cares and everyday creations.
I found myself talking to him in my head throughout my days. I…
So often when life is saying slow down I do the opposite and speed up. I pump the breaks to give myself the illusion that I am listening but I refuse to rest while maintaining a fixated gaze on a more perfect time after this or that.
I started spraining my ankle when I was in grade one.
Through the years of spraining that same ankle over and over again, I started to realize that these occurrences aligned as an invitation to ground my energy rather than continuing to rush.
As if literally falling flat on your face, nose in…
I like to sometimes refer to my Holy Guardian Angel, my HGA, as my HSS, my High School Sweetheart.
My HGA is the person I was waiting for to sweep me off my feet and turn everything around.
In high school, I brutally rebuffed anyone who expressed any affection towards me. I pretended to allow myself to have friends, and then I would get drunk and tell them I hated them.
All the guys and girls that wanted to date me were repulsively kind and available. I pined after the numbskull jock who I got extra grades for tutoring.
Existential kink is a willingness to be kinky with your existence — to know your being and your doing as complete with pleasure and pain of such a perfectly equal proportion that in your experience of it you can stabilize yourself — both melting into the nothingness of bliss and harnessing the charge of sensation.
Existential kink consciously plays with sensation as the charge that fuels the system — the charge that circulates, making itself known, informing the system before being expended.
The idea is to relax your system, so that you feel safe and secure enough to be with…
I watched the Introduction to Tantra on YouTube instead of reading it. I’m sure I missed some aspects that inhabit the book, however, what fascinated me was the stark contrast between Lama Yeshe’s laughter and his silence, both plentiful in the two hours of film.
I think the laughter and the silence were the main aspects of the lesson, though his broken English imparted both stoic and humorous explanations of the tantric attitude.
He would talk, and laugh at his own jokes, and he allowed his laughter to have its own life, rolling out of his scrunched face.
I bite into my croissant and the warm almond cream squeezes out the side into the palm of my chilly hand. You can open a bakery with shitty croissants and hope people buy from you because they are lazy and addicted to pastries, or, you can make the best damn croissants in the world and remind people that miracles exist.
Everyone is lining up for miracles because they want some proof that there’s reason to believe.
Magic works as a cross-section of finite and infinite time, space, and character.
Our habit as humans is to get stuck in the finite…
[She] spoke about mental illness when barely anyone else was ready to. And we have whittled her down to a disorder. – Fleurine Tideman
The Journal of Sylvia Plath lept out at me from a library shelf when I was 23. I devoured it in agonizing relief. I promised myself I would find a way to survive.
So far I’d been surviving on poetry and sushi — I could see this wasn’t going to sustain me in the “real world”. There was only one other book on that infamous library shelf, the psychobiography of Virginia Woolf.
At that time, reading…