Woo level: 3.5/5 Today, for the first time in a while, I struggled for a long time to find my energetic connection to Spirit and the living things around me (which in my current worldview excludes... well, nothing, actually). On my walk/run home this evening up and
I thought I was good with rejection I've often told people I'm good with rejection. I genuinely don't mind asking out a stranger. They might say yes! They might say no in a sweet and obviously slightly regretful way! (The last time this happened,
Today we bide in the wrath and grief of Tāwhirimātea, broken by his parents' breaking. On Parliament Lawn the wind flows through the grass like water. I speak glory to my creator for making me tall and strong, that I may stand in this storm. Wood and brick? No,
Put your hand up if “self-care” feels like a dutiful task on your endless to-do list, a burdensome moral imperative of wellness and self-improvement, something that demands from you energy that you just don’t have. Me too, until a few months ago. Turns out I was doing it wrong.
This writing is to remind me of the reality and meaning of the love I offer - to my friends, to mystic and mythic forces and beings, to myself, and one day I hope to my life partner. Inevitably, from time to time, things are hard and I feel like
First movement: allegro I woke at around 3am this morning and waited. I’m getting kind of used to this now. When I wake in the witching hour (and I use the term deliberately), absent any alcohol the night before, it’s because I have some work to do. It’
Three days after the last time they have sex, she goes off birth control. It's like she knows she won't need it for a while. “It’s weird,” she says to a group of workmates eight weeks later. “Usually when I stop, I get my period
That ticklish coolness behind my ears when I shaved my hair off? It felt like flirtation. In 2009 when I became myself The universe started hitting on me. I walked in sunshine, I smiled all day, swung my hips, Wore fine leather thongs around my ankles. I made eyes at
I wrote this a few months ago about an almost unbearably sexy photo of a friend which included a glimpse of, amongst other things, a little star-shaped sticker on one of their fingernails. One of six, as it turned out. The leash One of the most beautiful people I'
The question At the weekend I was hanging out in a hot tub with a friend around midnight, talking about the kind of stuff you talk about in that situation, and they asked me: "If you could go back in time and tell your 20 year old self one
[Names and minor details changed for privacy.] Dear Patrick, I met you in my first year of high school when I was 12 and you, in the year above, were 14. I liked your low-key uncompromising weirdness and, despite the age difference which often really matters at school, friendship blossomed.
Yesterday afternoon I had a mild sore throat and felt a bit fragile. Yesterday evening my throat was worse and my emotional pain was steadily intensifying. By midnight, the two came together in a full-on Sylvia Plath style spiritually cleansing fever: I am a lantern—— My head a moon Of