just write it.

What are you waiting for? you know the words are right there ready to spill ready for truth telling ready for spell weaving ready to be told just sit down with an open journal and a smooth pen or the click – clack of typewriter keys and a pristine sheet …

Come Clean - your truth sounds exactly like freedom.

come clean {the sound of freedom}

Come on, lover.  Let’s do this. Of course you don’t want to face it.  Not now.  Not ever, really.   But let’s go there.   It’s time. You want different than what you have.  You don’t love him, not anymore.  You’re not fit for this glass walled corner office and the perpetually …

claim partnership with the divine

  Wisdom from yoga class.  My entirely divine teacher Mary Bruce at Urban Yoga paraphrased Rumi in class a few weeks back.  The perfect reminder to stay in tune with our own divinity.  So go ahead, you exalted goddess, you.  Shine on.

poem for the world

listen, you, with your beach glass heart you, with your moonshine teardrops this is a poem for the world and this is only a poem for you both of those things are true and neither, really but either way you, love are holy so, hold your capacity for melancholy and …

Marie Forleo’s B-School: Confessions of A Complete Half-Asser

If you spin in certain online circles right now, you’ve heard plenty about B-School.  If your particular orbit has not put you in the path of the bright star that is Marie Forleo, and her fantabulastic B-School program, hold tight for a minute. I’m gonna tell you all about it. …

take me to the sea

Take me to the wild sea Bring me to where waves mark time where salt meets skin where I greet the depths Take me to the wild sea Take me home back to where I belong. ~~~~ Where do you belong today?  Where would you go if you could?