"Agha" made the observation that we (the entire bloggroll of women who like words)have a contradiction attached to our pencil (and keyboard)…. We can’t share ours like they do without judgement of a jezebel persuasion.

What if I was brave enough to share.

reading thru ancient journals this morning and was amazed at how much passive rationalization was there. Well since then Sadness has left the building... now I'm in love with the feeling of feeling… everything even when it’s not apparently joyous. Depth of each vibration, where it opens chakras and resonates where it turns over and cultivates.

I would testify that in order to know exalted joy you should experience the other…


What if practicing self love isn’t about masturbation….what about falling in love with all your closets and cliffs…. Maybe it’s called “practice” because it’s ok to fuck up and get up again.


What if I am brave enough to hear the truth….because a lie is a lie.. when your witholding is it the same thing?