Posts tagged True Love
Kali's fire, my life, my love.

Kali came to me on a morning that felt like night. She said, “It gets dark so you can see the fire burn more clearly. Throw it all in. And by 'all,' I mean yourself." Into the fire I put a habit of sadness I was married to. And so then I put in my own singular and true sadness, but not so it would be obliterated, rather transmuted, because I wanted to honour the utility of my delusions, the lies that made for density so that I could see the fire burn more clearly.

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"Open, gentle heart. Big fucking fence." The advice I give on Love that took the longest time to learn.

So much of what I learned from New Age-ness was a spiritualized flavour of love that had more to do with looking evolved than actually deepening one's relationship to Love itself (which is to say deepening one's relationship to one's VERY SELF -- because you ARE Love).

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Embracing desire as a feminine practice. An interview with Tara Sophia Mohr.

Tara Sophia Mohr is a wise, clear voice in the sea of personal development coaches and teachers. Her work is so clearly devoted to amplifying women’s voices. In this short conversation, we talked about embracing desire as a feminine practice and how feminine energy disrupts social structures (thank fully). We poke good fun at Buddhist retreats, explore the soul in relation to feelings and end on a ... joy. Please tune in.

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Dear Dudes... What Good Women want to say to Good Men

Good Women are fiercely protective of each other, so when there’s a problem or massive potential for pleasure, we’d love to get in there and make it all right - divine meddling. We imagine going straight to the Good Man who’s in our friend’s life and letting them in on a few things -- things that would help him win her heart, things that would help him get his shit together. Things that would... make shy men blush and illuminate nations.

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We give what we can, when we can. A very simple story.

I’ve been meeting every month with the same five women for seven years. Goddess Night, we call it. Of course it’s a divine lifeline. And of course, we bring food. When we first started meeting my boy was a newborn and my first company was taking off, and I was five kinds of exhausted. I’d usually show up late to Goddess Night. My contribution to a beautiful potluck spread would be like, a bag of chips. Or half a sack of store bought cookies...

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Your friends, your freedom, and getting off your ass for Love.

I don’t have many regrets in this life. But of the few that linger, it’s distinctly the times that I missed out on time with friends. The two weddings I didn’t go to because I was too broke for the airfare. (Being late on rent wouldn’t have gotten me evicted. Maxing out a credit card would have done the trick. I could have borrowed the money from … a friend.) The friend I didn’t visit in the hospital because I was on a book deadline. The birthday party I didn’t get to because of a minor inconvenience…

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