I’ve also been conscious of my mood. I was angry. White hot, searing, rage-angry. It was something I had held on to for most of my life. It had accumulated, an ever condensing mass, surging and transforming into a pulsing core of emotional molten lava. And I let it flow.
Believing in what you can’t perceive
It takes courage to believe in something you can’t perceive. It requires vulnerability. Like walking in complete darkness with only the sound of someone else’s voice to guide you. For this you need faith.View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
Calling out coercive control
Coercive control in the home is not acceptable and neither should it be tolerated in the workplace. Yet,this form of abusive approach to management is alive and thriving in Australian workplaces,
Thinking about human potential
As the world becomes difficult, soften. As people become desperate, stay strong. Your potential is fulfilled or neglected in every choice you make. ~Simone B’FreeView post to subscribe to site newsletter.
Identity work in a complex world
The wisdom of the ages and the passion that drives creation, the forces that will help us shape a better world. ~ Simone B’Free
Album #2 – Transcending
“In these moments of deep reflection, I started to make sense of my self, for myself. ” This album reflects the realization that I could use my body to express myself through images, and that nudity enhanced or expanded what i could say…View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
Sitting with an angry shadow
As I look around I see sisters in transformation rising up. Women’s issues in the workplace, particularly around sexual harassment […]View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
What it is to be a wild woman
The crone doesn’t mind if you think she’s crazy. The maiden has been set free. The child is safe and happy. And the wild woman dances with glee.View post to subscribe to site newsletter.
From the willow tree…
Walking away from my academic career (for the second time), wasn’t a choice, it was the reintegration and realignment of my relational and introspective selves, a resolution of dissonance; a reclamation of sovereignty.
Remarkably ordinary ~ a poem by Shari Read PhD