"Overproductive is an illness" I wrote that in my journal earlier this evening. I was in my dark bedroom lying on my bed. I had twenty minutes after getting home from work before getting ready to go back out for jiu jitsu, and I was trying to relax, if just for a moment. I felt …
Author: Emma
The heart is not a box
The heart is not a box, though at times it lives between walls of our own making. The heart breathes. It moves. It moves with the root of us. Where are we centered, when the heart is so hard it feels solid? Up in our heads? The heart feels our absence, cries for wholeness. The …
A return to light from anxiety
1:22 pm, noticing an anxious vibration. Remembering that the thoughts I think from there are... anxious thoughts! They are what anxiety produces in me, to replicate itself. Anxiety is a wave, like any other sensation or experience. Let it wash over. Believe not its words. It speaks not the Truth. It leads you Not to …
A very rough introduction to my passion, my curse
Ok folks, this feels like a messy one. But it's gotta start somewhere. The thing I really, really want to write about is food. In a nutshell: Food is everything. It's our health. It's our relationship with the Earth. It's our relationship with ourselves. It's our shared experiences with each other. It's our creativity, our …
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Speak and Act
Let us begin. The day is new. The moment is taking shape as nothing we've ever seen before. We are recognizing the parts of ourselves that have no names. It is the emergence of the new, coming through us The face of this time's evolution, at once unfamiliar and exciting. Maybe those things that lurk …
Rhythms
We are mid-stride in the rhythm of Fall right now. It is an energizing part of the yearlong seasonal cycle. Rhythms are in my body. Flow is marked by rhythm. Rhythm and rhyme. Right time. Life isn't always so serious, you know? The times that are filled with laughter are pleasing to the Universe. Life …
Day 1: November Writing Challenge
Thinking instead of writing is moving the opposite direction of where I want to go. The new habit I’m trying to create is to go for it. Write. Trust the words coming out. Feel into it. Go inside and write from there. Inside of me is the source, not outside, and certainly not up in …
I wish we could touch each other more easily
I’m glad Fall is here. The air is crisp and fresh. Trees are turning. Things seem to be… quieting down. Life itself is tugging at me, beckoning me outside, reminding me to take longer looks around, to slow down, to drop out of the swirling, colorful, anxious catastrophe that is the mind and body in …
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Opening up to “religion”: a journey from perfectionism to vulnerability
I haven’t identified as a religious person for a long time. I was brought up with loose ties to some non-strict form of Christianity, “believing in” without really understanding what I thought of “God”. In late elementary or middle school, my mom’s new partner Paul joined the family and brought with him more religious structure …
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A rambling story about an IUD, feelings, womanhood, fertility, fear, and vulnerability
*** content warning: explicit description of female anatomy, allusions to sexuality, and honest emotional expression included in this piece *** This is a story of something small that happened, something truly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, something that could have just fallen into my past to be forgotten by all but me… but …
Expressions from this side of the here & now 