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.
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.
Oh Bali, Bali, my soul has found an earth home! From the moment I arrived, I knew this was what i had been searching for. I could feel it in my bones, in the anticipatory squeezing inside of my heart, and the giddy grin that wouldn’t leave my face. There is just so much to witness here … just being here makes me feel fed as if I have eaten a feast through my eyes and my senses.
It’s amazing the first time you really examine your fears around your mortality and the fragility and preciousness of life. I was bitten by a dog 2 weeks ago. Like it or not, i was shaken wide awake by this scare, and feel like i don’t want to waste another minute being afraid of life. Or not taking the chances i need to take. Or not facing my fears.
When I spend long stints of time wandering the world by myself, I often find myself reflecting on the nature of human attraction.
Especially as a woman who enjoys spending time alone, getting hit on becomes a regular experience. I am under no illusion that it’s because I am special by any means. It just happens. Especially if you are even a little bit warm and friendly. The circumstance does, however, make me wonder about this human dance of attraction, and how I am wired differently than this… (and i know i am not alone)
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