In every conversation there are always words left unsaid. The things you assume the other person already knows. The stuff you are afraid to say, but wish the other person knew. And the things you keep because you want to be perceived a certain way.
Even when you think you’re being open and honest, you are censoring yourself. You hold back vital information, preventing the possibility of being fully seen.
Sharing yourself in a crowd is a lot less scary than being vulnerable with an audience of one. Yet and still you find yourself feeling lonely, even when you are not alone.
Give yourself permission to be seen. Allow the people who love you best to witness you in raw form. If you really want to feel the love… you have to let someone in.
I am naturally friendly, but insanely private.
I crave intimate moments, but I find intimate acts frightening.
I am a people person, but not. Sometimes I avoid eye contact, because I want to remain invisible as much as I want to be seen. Anonymity is my modus operandi.
I am the definition of contradiction.
Only hurt people hurt people. People who carry around their own brand of pain distribute hurt and discomfort to others as though it’s a gift. They spew harsh criticism, gossip incessantly, and plot revenge. But they also bleed red, cry when they’re alone, and wish that things were different. Hurt people are still people.
Does sensuality and spirituality intersect?
Spirituality is experiential. Sensuality is experiential. Sexuality is experiential. And in order for you to have any of the three experiences you have to be in your body. And while inhabiting your body, and exploring the world through your senses, and feeling pleasure and connection, wholly and completely through sexual experiences… you are connecting with spirit.
It’s the time of the month, when she has it her way.
I was supposed to go hiking this morning. I was invited by my daughter’s former girl scout leaders, two wonderful women who were like second moms to my kid.
I opted out of the hike because my moon cycle has my lower back in a tizzy and my abdomen inflated.
Everyday presents a new opportunity. Even on seemingly ordinary days like today, when everything appears to be exactly as it was yesterday.
The sky is still blue.
The grass is still green.
The world is still spinning.
And you are still dreaming of something else, something different, something new, something better.