When both sides of a conflict take 150% accountability for a mutually challenging experience – that is how alchemy occurs. Ultimately, that is the type of dynamic I’m interested in deeply investing into. 150% accountability for projecting onto each other 150 % accountability for misunderstandings 150% accountabilty for ping ponging the electricity upwards in intensity…
Where ever you go – there you are. And wherever you go in Ubud – there is a new healing modality just quivering with possibility – waiting to be discovered. Of all the healing modalities that Bali is showering me with, the reminder of the power of writing, and the impact that it has on my soul, is the healing gift that is perhaps most nourishing and cathartic. And as we write our past into the past, so too do we write ourselves into our own futures. Sculpting them and narrating them into existence with every intention, every word, every breath.
The cracks in the glorious sheen of my honeymoon love affair with Bali have begun to fracture outwards to create a more dynamic full spectrum lens of realism. Tonight I walked in the rain and passed two small boys sleeping on the ground under the awning of a convenience store, wrapped around each other’s tiny bodies, covered in cardboard boxes. Oh, my heart.
I just released this new lyric music video for my song Consent. Many women have had experiences with men they actually really liked and cared about, who pushed or rushed us. I wrote this song as a musical dissertation for my future beloved.
DRIVING. So you think you get your license when you’re 16, and from there it’s all going to be an automatic piece of cake, right?
Not so fast. Here comes a foreign country with backwards roads and backwards rules, and suddenly you’re like a newborn again (for at least a quick minute).
The neatest thing about traveling alone in a foreign country is that it forces you to grow some serious life hacking skills. It forces you to expand. It forces you to handle your shit and deal with circumstances that are inevitably out of your comfort zone.
Life is Art. And beauty comes in so many shapes and forms. I notice that often when I look at people, I almost feel like i am looking at a painting in an art gallery.
Often the things that are stereotypically thought of as “beautiful” don’t attract me or excite my adoration as much as the features that many of us are trained to think of as “things to fix” or “flaws”
This morning I woke up with a density of sadness cloaking me along with the haze of a rainy day.
I lay there, missing the old me … wondering where the days had gone, where I felt like an unstoppable energizer bunny of enthusiasm. Where optimism was effortless and had a life of its own.
It’s such an amazing feeling to witness the tangible results of actively being a meticulous curator of your own experience. Self-sourcing from deep within, instead of seeking externally. It’s not that i “Give No F*cks” anymore, it’s just,… basically, that …i simply Have No F*cks Left to Give
I went today to write an article about the Tiger Kingdom in Phuket. Seeing these majestic animals in captivity was heartbreaking. And awe inspiring. And… heart breaking. I felt I was there to help. I gave them massages, and reiki, and purring, and cooing and so much love…. aching for and visioning their freedom. It…
Inner wounds. Triggers. Reactivity.
In our lives, I imagine many of us have experienced certain traumatic circumstances.
I used to often journal in my early 20’s that “it is a daily struggle to maintain my innocence in this crazy world.” Once we have our destination coordinates set, our arrival there is inevitable. Patience, patience … Virtue, Virtue