Transforming women’s sacred stories. Inviting yours.

Letting Go

A wise woman tells me she gets this strong sense that I am unable to really let go; like I’m afraid of letting my hair down. I hear her words, feel the lump in my throat (a marker that truth has been spoken), and in my mind’s eye can already see the story, her story, the one I need to hear. ~~~~~ The town harlot. Marginalized, unseen, shamed, and scorned. And not one bit of that matters. Not to...
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I’m Always Chasing Rainbows

The night I saw THE rainbow was the culmination of another out-of-town weekend. I was in my 20’s (a very long time ago) and driving home after having played too hard; wishing for any story but my own. Discouraged and exhausted, I headed into the most desolate part of the trip. Endless miles with ample opportunity to feel sorry for myself, to become lost in familiar regret. When I looked...
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The Wild Voice Within

There is a voice within that says more and edits less. It digs deep and dives down. It is impossible to embarrass and completely unrestrained. It refuses to keep quiet. It’s not interested in playing nice. It is passionate, risky, even  risqué. It is dark and red and viscous. It weeps. It delights. It knows. It howls at the moon. And it writes . . . But that’s about as far as it...
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