But look at you now, reclaiming your power, your birthright. And all it took was the determination to Remember.
Slow and steady.
Conversations: Feeling the void after old self leaves. Noticing new self take form.
Coming home: eventually, the time comes when you know you can no longer be anyone else either than yourself.
Fuckin’ Start Over!
This journal touches on revelations of a sense of belonging at personal and communal levels.
True teas lovingly grown and harvested in the whimsical Thai hills.
Mimicking palms, thumbs, fingers, forearms, elbows and feet, as used in a Traditional Thai Massage, our wooden story brings with it age old wisdom for your everyday self-care rituals.
Ah, in all her glory, the full moon always comes back to shine her light on all things hidden within. Cry a river if you must. Like the salt of the oceans, the waters from the soul are mere reminders to cleanse and purge memories that haunt us when no one is watching.
I am of the firm belief that the ones closest to us often suffer the spewing blood of our open wounds, and in healing, we awaken a communal tenderness that flows and manifests into our surroundings.