image photography by Natalie Ving Slime beneath me, slime up above
Ooh, you'll love my (ah-ah-ah) toxic love
-Hexxus Hello, my name is Joey, and I keep trying to heal toxic men. These words have been ringing in my ears for a few weeks now, so much so that I knew eventually I was going to have to bite the bullet and write about it.
As the threat of isolation looms, and the Universe decided level of Shadow work that this introspective period will inevitably bring
The Spiritual Ecosystem is stormy of late, Starlet. It can feel like being churned up by the deepest waves, suffocated, and smashed against the rocks, leaving us breathless and frantic, and when at last we grasp a life-line, it turns out to be made of barbed wire. There has been thunder cracked moments that leave us raw and scorched, shaking in the shock of it all, not sure where to turn next. Where do we turn when every exit feels like we are skidding over on ice patched lan
Crown Yourself in Roses "That’s the thing about the Crow eyed women
With their lips bedecked in otherness
You might think for a moment they are infused with whimsy
But Morrigan made them with steel bones
We endure beyond the point of breaking..." - Joey Morris 'Crow Eyed Woman' It was Morrigan who whispered it, to crown yourself in Roses, deep in the middle of the night, when only the stars winked in their secret knowing, and I, halfway through the gate and certainly not
Here’s to the forgotten ones,
The lonely hearts,
Those who feel like they’re nobody’s first choice,
Who feel like outsiders all day long,
Misfits who can’t seem to relate,
The fragmented puzzle pieces,
The ones who silently observe wishing someone cared,
The not so popular anti conformists with loud opinions and bigger hearts,
The ones who stick out like sore thumbs,
The broken but thriving,
Those who aren’t ever given as much as they give,
The non in
Image - Jenna Denise There is something to discovering that the over arching theme of your birth chart is attached to the archetype of the Wounded Healer.
That and the lines that clearly mark you as wounded, broken, at a young age, and the slow alchemization of that pain and suffering into soul speak.
I have been mulling over and over the spiritually divined phrase, "This is your medicine to give to the world."
In my heart, I have long wondered if that deep twinge of sad