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You are not too much. You were not brought here for easy. You are here for so much more.

“Life is complicated. I am tired of hiding.”

“Why are you hiding?”

“Because I’m ‘too much’ girl.”

“Oh, I know that story all too well.”

“I just had a long-distance lover dump me because I’m too much. And it hurts. Fuck it. No more.”

Listen to me. Right now.

You are right. Fuck it. No more. Never again.

You are not too much. You have never been too much. You will never be too much.

The very idea is preposterous. Because you were born to be you. All of you. Not a tiny acceptable sliver. Not a watered down version with colors dulled and edges softened.

No. You were meant to be every last pulsing-bleeding-loving-crying-feeling bit.

And if someone tells you that you are too much for them, the only truth you need to remember is this:

It is highly likely that they are not now, and never could have been, near enough for you.

Because you, my girl, are the sun and the moon and the stars. You are the force that pulls the tides. You are the unrestrained howl under a wide-open moon. You are the essence of what it is to dance into ecstasy. You are the heat and the sex and the sweat and the burn and soft and the grace and the grit and the ocean of tears.

You are all of everything.

You are the mother of us all and the daughter of the Universe.

You walk through shadows and light.

You burn down and rise up and hold captive the pulse of the world.

You make the gods tremble.

And that, my dear, is bound to make some people crazy uncomfortable. It will make them pull back and push away. Because the way you dance with your shadows and your steadfast commitment to your light will push them into spaces that are fascinating and compelling and utterly terrifying.

Your very being asks them to step into places they may not be near ready to visit, let alone stay.

Because like the depths of the ocean that calls you home, you will never be easy.

But darling, you were not brought here for easy. You are here for so much more.

Because you are a boundary-pusher.

You’re a truth-seeker. 

You’re temptation and seduction and heat. 

You’re a mirror and a sorcerer, and inside you swirls the power of the ancients.

So no, you are not easy.

But in the space of that truth, please also know this. Do not get this confused with the notion that you do not deserve the deepest ease.

Don’t, for a minute, let them convince you that you will not know the grace of a lover who does not require that you constantly translate yourself or diminish yourself or quiet your storm or tone down your extravagant love.

Because that, my girl, is bullshit.

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And so while you are waiting, I want you to do this. For me, and for every last too much girl out there.

You take all that too much and you channel it. You gather every last ember of your too much broken heart and you light that flame. And in doing so you will call forth the others and sing the song that brings us home.

And then you — in your infinite, perfect too-muchness — unleash it all on the world. And you go and love too much and you cry too much and you swear too much. Fall in love too fast and get sad too often and laugh too loudly and demand with clarity the exact terms of your own desired existence.

Don’t you dare consider doing anything but that.

Because we need you. Every one of us, man or woman, who has been called too much. You are our reminder, in the most desperate of moment, that we are exactly as we should be.

Every last too-much bit.

Jeanette Blanc

The Path to Ourselves, to our Inner Beloved

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You’re forever forging the path in and in,

 searching for your inner Beloved.

 Her embrace has been so sweet, and yet so fleeting.

 So scintillating, and yet so safe, so sacred.

 Now you won’t stop. You won’t EVER stop–

 Until you can surrender in Her arms just. Once. More.

 Some days the path before you is clear and wide. It’s easy to see: this way! Not that!

Most days, though, you stumble. This path is not easy. It’s never been tread before. It’s yours, and no one else’s.

You doubt each decision along the many forks in the trail. “I must be lost,” you say every time. You battle with the rain, the fog, the bramble that cuts your face as you fight for a clearing.

Some nights you laugh with gratitude under the stars. Others you collapse in exhaustion. Many nights you cry, feeling unsure, alone, and forgotten.

 And still, some wise place inside you shouts: “Don’t give up! Don’t fall asleep!

Don’t settle!”

So you journey on, trying to find your way Home. Unwilling to stop until you walk for and as your True Self.

By Sarah Avent Stover

Create your sacred place, your inner altar

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When my world has crashed and I can’t breathe, I tune in.

I feel the pain fully.

The disappointment runs through my veins.

The sadness suffocates my cells.

I create the sacred space here.

My heart beating, my internal altar.

A flame that never dies out, where I come to surrender, to dissolve.

Can I bow here?

Then come the moments of eternal satisfaction, wholeness and joy.

Crystal eyes locking and connected fully.

The blazing jewel in my chest radiates life to its fullest capacity.

That feeling, the ultimate high of being seen, being valued, being loved.

Can I bow to this sacred moment?

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