I Wrote, For The Man I Couldn’t Let Go

I Wrote, For The Man I Couldn’t Let Go

When Miriam first came to see me, she had a lot to say and feel. But I knew very quickly we were meant to work together. Watching her grow in her 8 weeks with me was such a blessing. The one thing I saw in her from the moment I met her was her inner leader. It was after she took a big risk with a man that I knew it was time to nudge her to write about it and share her experience. What I didn’t know was how eloquent of a writer she is. I am honored to share it with you. It’s honest. It’s beautiful. And it’s real. I edited it a bit, but as a writer I know what it is to infuse emotional resonance into a story and to write in a such a way that exactly how it is written is how it is mean to be read for the story to be felt. Like how certain words are capitalized when grammatically they shouldn’t be. She’s making a point with her choices in sentence length, word style, and flow.  Miriam turns out to be a natural genius at this. If you read carefully you can see the clarity and awareness she has in her own instictual feelings and intiution, I wish I could say she learned it all from me, but that would be giving me too much credit. Let’s just say I allowed her space to bring it. I loved getting to witness this part of her. This is her experience. A snapshot of a real moment in time when she let...
Love is Never Lost + The New Paradigm of Breaking up

Love is Never Lost + The New Paradigm of Breaking up

A text from him is all it takes for my heart to melt. Even after a year of being apart. No matter how far I am from him or who else I’m with, my heart still bursts open in his presence, even via text message. It’s a love so deep it makes me cry. My longing turns on fire when I think of him. For a while after we broke up, I couldn’t even see him without bursting into tears. Today I texted him to set up a lunch date before I fly away from Austin on my Dance Medicine World Journey, and when I thought of seeing him for lunch in a few days, I started crying. A FREAKING YEAR later and I still cry. They are not tears of sadness really. They are tears of heart opening joy and love. They are the tears of my desire. The remembering my heart has of what it feels like to be in so much viscous juicy love with another being. The remembering of what it feels like to be in communion with a good man, who worshiped me and I him. The tears are the cry of my soul in reminding me what I truly desire in life. The cultural delusion we create that says when you break up with someone all of the sudden you no longer love them, you’re not allowed to have feelings for them, you’ll have to just get over it, move on and be done with it, is at this point in my life such bullshit to me. Moving on has nothing to do...