Cause I am through that shitake.
This is my story. I am the author.
And if I'm angry, I'm ready to flippin' feel it.
And keep writing.
Why? Cause. This.
Writing is my (invisible-ish) superpower.
I write. I write. I write.
I write to love.
You and me, boo.
Thank you for showing me integrity.
Thank you for showing me honesty.
I'm sorry.Read More
I took a couple of days away from writing. I engaged in real life conversations w people I love during my writing time instead. So. In my mind (and my heart), I was still writing, kind of. Well, still storytelling. Speaking my words. Practicing using my throat chakra. But rather than typing my words. I was speaking my stories. And. I got to listen to my peeps tell their stories too. And it was great.
I took a break cause it was my bday. And I needed one. And I missed it. But it also felt great.
So. This whole bday thang. Here’s the real deal.
I experience bdays differently since 3.25.15. That was the day a doctor called me to tell me I had boob cancer.Read More
THE INVITATION :: by Oriah Mountaindreamer :: I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
I was once told by a healer that what threatens my peace is the way I think.
And that I am a leader for those around me. A leader for positive thinking.
Ok. Hold up. My thinking threatens my vibe but it also leads my tribe.
And then I thought about it a lil mo.Read More
It’s 6.30.2017. Summer has officially started. School’s out. It’s hot a shitake out. At least in my hood. June was a month w a lotta shift around me. There's been a lot of opportunities to find rainbows on gray days. June was a month of where I made space to feel disappointment, judgment, confusion, betrayal, fear. It was a month that asked for acceptance, timing, and of trust. For release, for change. For a pulse between...Read More
THE INVITATION :: by Oriah Mountaindreamer
"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing."
Aching. Dreaming. Longing. Yikes.Read More
Yesterday I danced. Like around other peeps. And not at club. And not after tequila shots. Or even a glass of wine. I mean a cup of coffee happened. A dance class happened. It’s the first time I’ve taken a dance class since elementary school. (That’s kind of lie. There was the adult Intro to Ballet class that wrecked my hip and I dropped out of.)Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve been dancing foreva. There were lessons for a minute.Read More
So, the family we don’t choose. You know. The ones we are born into or adopted into (maybe even...legally). That family. Ya, them. It’s cray how much they teach us. Some provide safer learning environments than others. Sadly. But, I digress.
I’m not going to lie to you. My mom has been really pushing my buttons lately (and I’m sure vice versa). So, I’m up. Writing.Read More
It's 230a. I'm awake. Well, I just woke up. There's a storm blowing through East Austin. The wind is whipping; it's down pouring and thunder just rumbled. Living in an attic (studio) w a metal roof, storms and sleeping don't usually go together. So, I'm up. I read, but now my own words are floating through my head. So, I'm up - writing.
As you may know, my word for the year 2017 is love. (It was my word for 2016, too. Still working on it.)