Our reality is like a million shards of glass; distorted, fragmented, and broken. My entire life I have been preoccupied with beauty; beautiful landscapes, beautiful homes, beautiful cars, beautiful people. I can't explain where it comes from, it has always just been there. For many years I harboured guilt over this love of beauty. There have been times when I have let it consume me. Moments where I felt betrayed by it.Read More
Relationship after relationship new storms would surge, threatening to throw one of us overboard, but I refused to take responsibility for the dysfunction emerging in each. I wasn’t yet ready to get brutally honest with myself and own my experiences. It was only after repeated ‘failed', or sabotaged, relationships that I began to notice a pattern - someone was always cast aside.
After a week on Vancouver Island things got clear. Clearer than I wanted them to be. Clearer than I wanted to admit to myself, or anyone else, for that matter. I began to see how even though I loved my partner dearly, he wasn't showing up for me the way I deserved or needed: On a deeper level, I began to feel how he wasn't a vibrational match for me and that he wasn't my life partner.Read More
In the basement, the last room on the left, she sleeps under the shadows of a twisted patriarchy.
Her wounds heal quickly. Her flesh still unaffected by the the linear vacuum of time.
Her heart beats in sync to her mothers' - a soul's commitment that burns in the crematorium of broken archetypes.
Bound by authority she takes it to bed with her and promises to fight anyone for this shattered piece of stardust.Read More