I live in an affluent little bubble in the suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee. The poverty and hunger here are well hidden, tucked away behind strip malls and subdivisions with cul-de-sacs and swimming pools. But, if you pay attention, you’ll see... Continue Reading →
In our human limitedness, in our small perception of the universe, in our egos, our denial, our own wounds- we all fall short of perfection. Perfection, after all, is a myth.
He helps me believe that I am ok, after years of believing I wasn't. And in that, I see how very wrong I was to hate my body, and punish myself for the misdeeds of others who failed to see her as sacred and perfect.
My truth is: My first childhood memory is being molested.
An indescribable sensation consumes my days. It's something like being trapped between duty and desire. The demands of logic and prudence shouting over the pretty whisper of my gypsy heart. I've become conflicted. Completely certain, and also utterly unclear what... Continue Reading →