Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life.
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Drop a ❤️ if this resonates!
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Being human is a complex, multi-layered, ebbing & flowing mess of an experience. We spend so much time avoiding the mess, trying to hide the mess, fixing the mess, running from the mess, feeling guilty for the mess, feeling less than for the mess, beating ourselves up for the mess, staying quiet about the mess... you get the point.
What if being human means sometimes being messy? What if our humanity includes our messiness? What if we are lovable even when shit is messy? What if our messiness isn't something to feel ashamed for but is instead something to embrace and befriend?
In case you need it: this is your permission slip to be a mess, because guess what? We all are. Even @brenebrown. Even @beyonce. Even (insert your person-on-a-pedestal here). It's a part of being human. I don't want to tell you what to do but here's an invitation: Embrace the mess. Allow the mess. Own the mess. Spend less time trying to clean it up and more time accepting it as part of being alive.
I'm no expert on you, but I believe your messiness is okay. Being in the middle of it is okay. *You* are okay. There is so much more to you than your mess, but your mess is accepted here.
Happy Wednesday, sweet friends. ❤️
“You don’t need to wait for someone else to notice your talents before nourishing them. You don’t need others to accept you to feel accepted. You don’t need to wait. You can begin, at any moment, to work on noticing, nourishing, and accepting yourself. You can work on being a better friend to your reflection. You can start listening to yourself like you wish other people would. You can become curious about who you are. You can begin to learn the language of your mind and body so that you can decode it, understand it, speak it. You can work on understanding yourself instead of always trying to make yourself into someone else.
Not the curated one.
Not the one who knows what I want to hear.
Not the sweet one who smiles on cue.
Not the one who plays nice.
I want to see you instead of me behind your eyes.
Reveal her to me.
I want to feel you fully here.
The parts you thought would push me away
draw me inevitably in and in.
I was famished.
I need your fullness.
Not the one who’s studied what to say and when.
Not the one who waits on her turn until she forgets she had one.
Not the careful listener.
Excavate her rage and sadness until finally
what’s underneath can find oxygen again.
Until life can come into your bones again.
Until you have nothing left to do but be yourself again.
How much energy would you regain?
How much does it take to hide and curate yourself?
What would be possible if you could have all of that back to use elsewhere?
To finally receive love for who you truly are.
To be fully met as yourself instead of self abandoning to find approval.
I want all of you.
All of the aspects of yourself that you have been hiding and suppressing,
All of the gifts that you have at your service.
They want to breathe and thrive and integrate into who you are.
We want the fullness of you. “I discovered the strength and courage I needed to be my full self” said my most recent client after her initial session.
There are 6/10 Alter Ego sessions left for the month of October. They will go quickly, as the first 4 did! “I am surprised and delighted about the lasting impact of just an hour with you” said the second. “You gifted me questions and reflections that have helped me far beyond our initial session”
And my most favorite of all: “I feel safer to be seen and loved for who I really am”. Will you finally let yourself be seen, held, and supported?
PM me, babe.