The Divine Feminine is finally getting its due. If you’re not familiar with the concept, you will be. It’s a common term in spiritual circles, but it’s been bubbling up in pop culture: See Mac Miller’s last album,” the popularity
“Self care” is inescapable; it’s hash tagged everywhere, preached on social media, and it’s common lingo in the modern wellness world. It’s in and it feels like everyone’s doing it. When its trendiness surged a
Loving yourself is a challenge on the best of days, let alone in the midst of loss and grief. And let’s get real right quick—grief is fucking everywhere. It’s in the shitty stuff like death,
I may have forgiven him, but I’d never forgiven myself. I’d never dealt with the shame and the guilt that was, quite literally, buried in the deepest depths of me.
If all of nature follows a rhythm, then why would we humans be any different?
Stepping into womanhood meant no longer acting like a little girl. Assuming full responsibility meant no longer acting like a victim.
The moon and the woman’s cycle reflect one another, a powerful reminder than feminine energy is cyclical rather than linear…