I was made for breaking. I am built from the raw material of utter destruction, every fissure
bursting with crumpled petition.
I have some insight to share, and I hope you'll benefit from my social ineptitude.
Isn’t that what nesting is? A physical manifestation of a promise? A way of convincing ourselves that this time will be different? And it delivered.
This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
Women with voices at weddings is nothing less than our next highly urgent step of spiritual evolution. Not only is it permissible...it is a spiritual imperative.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
Here's how to dish out the real soul food.
