Last Friday (Good Friday in the U.S.), I had the privilege of marrying a man whose presence has really deepened my understanding of what it means to love myself. That might not have been the sentence you were expecting. You might have expected me to talk about how amazing he is, how he's my soul… Continue reading Love & Marriage: A deeper commitment to loving myself.
People reject the unfamiliar even if it’s good for them.
All this pleasure! Oh, how every sense is ignited and flushed with pleasure. Satin sheets slip against wet skin. Bodies rise and fall to the rhythm of tantalizing bass lines. Shadows dance against the wall as candle light flickers wildly in the darkness. The aroma of diffused oils and scented candles permeate the air—inhaled between… Continue reading Love Hides in Quiet Places – Part 2
All relationships require courage and have some element of risk-taking, and this idea of “readiness” is a false ideal that no one ever lives up to.
You didn't hurt me. The hurt parts of me were attracted to you. You grated your emotional unavailability against old wounds and tore their scabs away. I bled out; I had to let the poison of my past all the way out. The hurt parts of me loved you. The wounded parts of me thought you were the one. The healed me knows better.
And I remember Unspoken "I love you"s But I live and love out loud So your silent 'I love you's don't count
On the first date with an ex, he told me he was confused about monogamy. His stance was very wishy washy. One moment he thought it wasn't natural or possible. The next moment, he said he felt he needed to work through that confusion in therapy in order to have a meaningful relationship. He said… Continue reading Red Flags & Mind Games
Each time with you is a new first time. So there’s no rush, no angst, no lust: only being, hearing, seeing, and feeling. Our love, a perfect work of art in progress. With every unveiling, I become more connected to and entranced by the beauty of the detail, the colors, and every imperfect stroke.
My words collapsed into your mouth Rolled around your tongue And were swallowed whole I sang the words They leapt from my tongue Landing silently upon your ears
Desire is not synonymous with love. I know that now. But once upon a time I confused the two. And if a man chased me hard enough--wanted me badly enough--it had to be because he loved me. I wasn't wise or mature enough to consider the other factors that may influence a man's desire of… Continue reading Men (and Women) Who Can’t Love