If ease is our nature, it begs the question, where’s the ease in winter? How can I invite the seasonal darkness in and make friends with it? How can I…*gasp*...even become lovers with it?

Hmmmmmmm….

Becoming a lover to the darkness...now we’re talking. This is something my inner sacred rebel is totally turned on by and eager to explore in it’s inherent revolutionary, rebellious nature. 

Ease gets written off as fluffy and not to be taken seriously. Like a “nice to have” or a luxury.

Ease ain’t easy all the time. But it’s always worth it.

Why do I do this?

Leave myself in the dust.

Why do I do this?

Leave my desires unmet.

Why do I do this?

Accommodate you always over me.

The scale tips towards codependence

No matter how hard i try

To stay aware of my learned nature

To sacrifice me for your wellbeing

All the words and not heard

Silence falls upon me

Conditioned quiet like a brick on my face

All the things to say and no one to hear

Listen they do as an obligation 

Courteous “uh huhs” with no understanding 

Yelling into a black hole

Forming words that no one receives

Energy flails through the wind with nowhere to land 

Grace: "The unmerited love and favor of God toward human beings." (Websters)
What I love, love, love about grace is that it's a gift. It's an unmerited gift.  Meaning, you don't have to DO anything or BE anything to receive it. It's given as a gift of love from the Divine just for being the truest version of you that you know yourself to be. It shows up just because the Divine wants to love on you. But what about when grace meets sexuality. What happens then?

A lot of times people say they’re overwhelmed because they spend their days managing chaos. Chaos has become our collective normal. It won’t be for long if you hang around me long enough. Here’s a NEW ROUTINE to help you find ease while navigating overwhelm.