Making beauty from the wreckage.
Creating life from the unlivable.
Cause that’s what we do, babe, me and you and everyone like us
We make beauty out of the worst possible things.
Terribly and beautifully and painfully alive.
“Are you okay, beauty?” “Not so much, but it’s really something I should not discuss because it should never have been in the first place. I’m sure karma and her friends are raining down upon my head. I deserve to battle alone…” No. That is a lie. A lie that …
You Are A Divine-Earth-Shaking-Revolutionary-Badass-Of-Epic-Proportions.
This week I got one of the most badass jobs in the world – I got invited to guest read the weekly Rebel Reading for my favorite-in-the-history-of-ever tarot card deck, Rebel Deck. Now – these ain’t your mama’s tarot cards, which means I got to dust off my ‘talks like a sailor” inner …
The groundlessness of new beginnings.
Dear Jeanette I have left everything behind and embarked overseas to start a new chapter of my life. I had a good life but it wasn’t enough. Something was calling me from deep within. I yearned for something more. And now? I’m here. The goodbyes and letting go left me …
Uncommon Sense: Create like there is no time to waste.
This time around – Uncommon Sense is a little different. This time, instead of being the one who answers the question – full of wisdom and all the right words – I am the one asking, the one tangled in doubt and insecurity and the wilds of creative resistance. The …
Uncommon Sense: || Isn’t it beautiful? And isn’t it painful? And isn’t it everything?
I fell in love, despite my best efforts not to, with someone I knew could never be with me the way I want, no matter how much he wanted to. I feel like an idiot when I admit it, when I hear myself say out loud. We fell in love. …
Uncommon Sense || You are not too much.
This is the original essay that inspired my first book, You Are Not Too Much: Love Notes On Heartache, Redemption, & Reclamation. Order your copy here. “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 …
Uncommon Sense: The Fallacy of Balance
I’m at the end of my rope. I can’t keep all the balls in the air? I am overwhelmed and under-satisfied. How do I keep the love turned on with my partner while managing children and a home based business and my creative passions? How do I find balance? Sort answer: You don’t. …
Uncommon Sense: Walk Straight Into The Fire
“I am the mama of an energetic toddler and a new baby. Things are impossibly tight financially. I am in burnout territory. I feel like my feathers have already been singed by the fire. I need tips on coming through the smoke without getting burned. Can you help?” Our lives …
Uncommon Sense: Harness Your Divine Creatrix Power
In the past year I have come to terms with my sexuality. I have faced the end of my marriage. I have had affairs. I have fallen into a love unlike any I have never known and I have had my heart broken. I am now raising my young daughter …
Uncommon Sense: Romance your own mystical soul
I want to leave. Run to her. I am obsessed. It is the only thing I can think of. The only thing I know. It is my truth… I am holding my hands open to you now, palms up. Place your hands in mine. Feel the pulse of shared experience. …
The stories that will define you are never done being written
“It’s not working. I try and I try and I try. But it’s no good. My heart gets broken. It never lasts. It never, ever lasts.” You’re so right, lover. Of course you are. It never lasts. Things break. They fall apart. People love us and then don’t love us …
Uncommon Sense: Go ahead, give yourself over to love
“Is the fear of losing something worth the good that having it brings? I think I just live in such a state of fear of being broken by love that I don’t even trust in it anymore.” Oh love, there are so many things I do not know. So many …
Uncommon Sense: The heart loves what it loves
“I don’t think I will ever recover. It still hurts. Please tell me it gets better. Tell me I will get over her.” Oh, sweet girl. Come here and sit with me for a minute. Right here, this chair has room for two. Rest your head. Let me wrap you …
uncommon sense: because living is courageous
I’m not nearly as strong as you. I can’t leave. Oh darling. My sweet, wonderful, intensely brave darling. Sit down with me here, cross legged, face to face. Take a deep breath. I want to lift your chin and look deep into your eyes and tell you some things. It …
