I love words! I always have!
I was the bookworm-ish 10yr old reading Wuthering Heights and getting lost in the words of love being spoken. I am also the person that adores to be told by a loved one that I matter, am cherished, and loved. Although I am a bit of a mix of love languages…words at times can speak volumes and crack my heart right open. 

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So, there are relationships in your life that are damaged? That still are worth the effort to you to spend the time healing, but you don’t know how! You don’t want to throw the baby out with the bath water but at the same time you can see the cracking or crumbled destruction around you.

The truth is that we all find ourselves at some point in a place in a relationship where we know the relationship needs some healing, whether it be a romantic relationship, a friendship, a relationship with a child or family member. In truth the deepest relationships in our lives can be the most gratifying but also the ones that wound us and require the most healing. Read more

Siren’s Song

Sometimes I just need a break from spiritual growth and need to jump into some mindless entertainment. I recently was having one of these moments of needing to just escape the world, my feelings, and my head chatter and so decided to pick-up a fiction book. In the book the main character is turned into a siren. Greek mythology portrays Siren’s as women that were like mermaids that could also turn into winged creatures and would sing sailors to their deaths. These were women that were beyond gorgeous that had this entrancing song and way of movement that men couldn’t resist. Once a siren had a man in her grasps he was her’s to use. However, as these creatures are portrayed in the book I was reading, they are devastatingly beautiful until they are not fed, then they lose control and end up going straight for men’s hearts and tearing the man to bits.

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Good Sex Isn’t Good Enough

I could have sex any day, anytime, anywhere that my little heart desired it. It would be easy to open my phone and call up a handful of old lovers or to go into the dating app on my phone to find a quick hook-up. If I really wanted, I could even go on a few dating sites and get paid to have dinner, drinks, and then go back to their room. Sex and you get paid… the point is that it’s not hard to find sex in this day and age! Read more

The Average Woman is a Prostitute
pros·ti·tute (ˈprästəˌt(y)o͞ot/)

(noun) 1. a person, in particular a woman, who engages in sexual activity for payment.

The above is Google’s definition of a prostitute, and this is the common definition across many sites. A person engaging in sexual activity for some form of payment. Thus making today’s average woman a prostitute, married, single, doesn’t matter, we have become a gender that sells our bodies. Read more

The Little Things

Do you want to know one of my favorite places in my house? It’s my bathroom. One might find this a bit strange, but let me take a moment to explain. In my bathroom, there is a corkboard where I keep little notes that the people closest to me have written. I get letters and cards throughout the year, but you have to be at a certain level with me to truly make it to the bathroom corkboard. It’s an honor reserved for those that I want their loving voices with me throughout the day and to boost me up on those days when I need boosting. In these letters and notes on this corkboard are mainly short messages that remind me that I am loved and cared about. There really are no ten-page letters of heart dripping vulnerability. Nope, these messages look more like, “I love you. You are beautiful, amazing, courageous, and funny.” Every morning when I am doing my morning routine, and throughout the day whenever I need to go into the bathroom, I get to look at these messages and occasionally will send off some energetic gratitude to the people that wrote the notes. I tell you this because these small scraps of paper on my wall are big things in my heart. They are little things, but they are, on some days, everything! Read more

90 Days of No Orgasm

Original Article written by Kendal Williams, click here for original  article 

“My body is tense and tight as are my emotions and heart. I feel little love, appreciation or compassion let alone toleration. Or perhaps that is all I feel. I am tolerating life. I am tolerating work. I am tolerating my family.  There is no feeling of interconnectedness, no desire washing through me.  I feel lost, alone, depressed without reason, fatigued and sore. I feel loveless and angry. I feel an ever growing panic inside of my soul. As if my life is being stolen and for what? Read more