TRAUMA GREW MY ROSE GARDEN AND GRATITUDE WATERS IT.
TRAUMA GREW MY ROSE GARDEN AND GRATITUDE WATERS IT. Today is a really interesting day for me. It marks my one year of one of the most traumatic events I have had
TRAUMA GREW MY ROSE GARDEN AND GRATITUDE WATERS IT. Today is a really interesting day for me. It marks my one year of one of the most traumatic events I have had
Motherhood. Woman-hood. Womb-man-hood. We are creators. We are lovers. We are sensual and strong. Vulnerable and edgy. Nurturing is at our core. As divine creators of miracles, of life itself we
You dishonor who I am. You dishonor my life. You dishonor the love I have felt. You dishonor my choices. You even dishonor yourself. And for what? To proclaim that you are better than, greater than. That you
You can't jump right in! You have to make her feel you You have to slowly earn her trust You have to stroke her heart until she opens And when you think she is
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Alright. I get it. Really I do. I know that I don't act like I do. I know that these lessons just keep knocking me in the head, year after year, but truly I get it. I
"I want a man who is faithful. I want a man who is dependable. A man who is kind. Who loves my children. And is strong in integrity. I want a man who is confident. I
"I love your strength. I love your independence. I love your drive. I love your passion. Your creativity. Your intelligence. Your sexiness. Your playfulness. Your beauty. Your light. You make me want to be a better person. You make
Snuggles. Intimacy. Kisses. Time shared. SEX! Mmmmmmmm..... sounds good, huh? Sounds like something you want. That you desire more of in your life. Me too! I sit here this morning contemplating so many things, and I often find myself excavating
Success happens with in the small things. The small things is what makes all the difference, because the small things are actually BIG mother f-cking things. Have you noticed this? I sure have luv. I