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Their voice sparkled sunrise. The recording went on, but I could only hear murmuring brooks and wet soil.

I worshiped the Buddha in you. Squeezed my knees onto sharp stones and sliced.

5/24/21: I recently found out that Wix is an Israeli company. As a result, I will be moving this blog to another host out of respect and...

I venerate the joy here and the many lifetimes across which we've found one another. Ancient love.

I'm currently finding myself in the healthiest, most fulfilling and honest romantic relationships I've ever had.

There could be any number of causes for this, and she could recover completely. But... what if the person I knew doesn't come back?

Material insecurity and fear at a global level takes a really strong mind and heart to move through.

No big flashy spiritual moments. Just the quiet magic of showing up for yourself day after day.

What happened was miraculous. Instead of closing off to the pain that something was wrong, I felt closer to the people who needed help.

The moon can have whatever fucking pronouns you want, because the moon is a fundamentally ungendered celestial body!

I realized that if I couldn't feel the sensation in my pelvis and vagina from the inside, I wouldn't be able to pull energy through them.

Sexual dysfunctions like vaginismus don't get talked about enough. And when they do, it's pathologizing and cisheteronormative.

Do we treat our irritant as a teacher delivering a lesson in patience? Or do we instinctively swat it away like we do bugs?

Thinking about space can give us perspective. Space makes us feel small. But what if space could make us feel big, too?

This blog explores trauma, pain, and healing. It ambles towards dark parts of you, me, us. Dances and meets you there.