I go by different names—
professionally, a coach, a guide;
personally, a wife, a daughter;
preferably, a poet, a healer;
ontologically, homo sapiens;
though my soul dances
to the lilt of
A disciple of life, a pilgrim of truth
a ball of light, a flow of energy
shifting—an infinite world of possibility
Try, catch me, contain me.
I’m unwritten. I’m undefined.
Not to be fit into boxes of fancy.
I go by different names,
and today, I allow myself to be a woman,
to be with the pain of the monthly affair,
to indulge in savory delicacies,
to laugh heartily at what tickles.
Today, I allow myself to be a human being,
to weep as the going gets tough,
to rest in the clearing in the forest of noise,
to labor for what matters.
Today, I allow myself to be
(and this pleases me.)
Come, sit with me and tell me...
What keeps you up at night?
What sets you on fire?
What draws you into the light?
What do you desire?
Where are you hurting?
Where are you resisting?
When did you last weep or smile?
What takes you away from you?
Wanna hear from me?
Reflections on Authentic Living & Healing