Talking about Worship of Idols and Sexual Abuse

Gentlemen, we need to talk. We need to talk about your worship of the Virgin (she wasn't), the Holy Mother, Durga, Shakti, Tara, Kamadhenu, Kali and other female deities on whose necks you lay garlands, whose feet you touch, and from whom blessings you beg. Why do you hold the plaster and paint as more... Continue Reading →

Oh, My Darling Empath

You have no idea You have no idea your desire to retreat is merely your fear of meeting yourself in another. You have no idea that your fear of another is merely your fear of intimacy with the one you've separated yourself from. Your avoidance of the stimuli that feeds your soul has led you... Continue Reading →

“Empath Bullshit”

"Empath Bullshit" That's the Google search that brings the most people to this blog. I've addressed some of the bullshit that's out there about the nature of being an empath, I try to assure folks that having the capacity to feel the emotional energies of others is real. It is real, it is purposeful, and... Continue Reading →

Afraid to feel?

Does it feel foolish to you, impossible even, that your 'feeling too much' isn't that at all? Can you, even the tiniest of moments between the fear, understand that when you truly recognize what it is you're feeling and from whence it comes, you'll know it is the highest expression of love there is? That... Continue Reading →

Principles and Visitations from the Mother

I'm reading a book called Benediction by Kent Haruf. It's one of those that I'm forcing myself to finish for reasons I can't comprehend. It's annoying. Damn-near all dialogue and not a single quotation mark. There's a scene in which a preacher pisses off his congregation by suggesting that loving thine enemy and turning the... Continue Reading →

More than Mournable Bodies

They are more than mournable bodies whether disappeared or reinvented in a pimp's image, no less an image of God, in case you thought otherwise. Children of blood and bone, certainly; but beyond the skin they are or were in, they breathe fire and thread sinew. Sometimes, dripping it between the grains of sand they... Continue Reading →

May Mercy Rise

May the grief-stricken be touched with the tenderest kiss. May the hunger for hubris be starved as love is heard. May mercy rise.   May the light of beauty shine in the darkest corners. May hate give way to forgiving Grace. May mercy rise.   May pain and fear be supplanted by communion. May pride... Continue Reading →

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