Good songs are prayers. The lyrics, our heart’s desires. Balm for weary souls.
Awakening lights Grapple to connect amidst Shadows and darkness
It’s as if my heart Would burst open with heat, fire. Desire to connect.
Am I hard to love? Elusive, difficult, tough? Should it be easy?
is beauty whole if it’s not partaken in, shared seen honored cherished?
Some Fill With Each Good Rain By Hafiz There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, others are far too deep for that. In one well You have just a few precious cups of water, That “love” is literally something of yourself, It can grow as slow as a diamond… More Some Fill With Each Good Rain, poem by Hafiz
How do wounded folks Ever have the courage to Love really deeply?
Sometimes I get it. Can hold, endure anything. Other moments not.
Who is well-versed in the practice of love? I am. Listening to your words, and what’s unspoken. Hearing your longing. Respecting your vulnerability. Being fascinated by the way you think. Being curious about what makes you tick. It’s a pleasure just watching you. Putting up with you when you’re insufferable and unbearably annoying. Not turning away when… More The Practice of Love, a poem
Crafted at Writing Woman: An Embodied Creative Writing and Ritual Experience led by poet & wise woman Elana Bell. This piece was inspired by Lucille Clifton. My body’s fulcrum. Full breasts above. Strong hips below. This belly. Plump, abundant, fleshy. It sometimes shrinks. It mostly grows. Rounded mounds. Soft, pliable. It contains the map to my innards, a… More Homage to My Belly, a poem
Soil, roots Pulsing, vibrating Landing in open arms. Ocean waves, flowing river Falling, rising again. Rocks, sand Coarse stubble, smooth softness. Musk, flowers Moss, bark Sweat, nectar. Plum blossoming, vibrant red. Muscular, alive, curved movement. Gestation, birth, growth. Uncovering, discovering Electricity, sparks. Touching, tender Mature, playful Full, bulging Open, vulnerable. Familiar, nestling in Risking, venturing… More Real Love, a poem
by eloiza jorge I’m fine alone She says, wanting to convince herself. She’s right. She has survived. Clawed, climbed, clambered out of depths of anguish Cobbling, crafting, reconstructing a life. Finding firm ground underneath Broken open enough for wisdom to take root For a sturdy backbone to get built. Yet it’s sweeter, gentler, kinder In… More Corazón, a poem
Shit happens, sometimes a lot of bad things can happen in a row. Sometimes life is overwhelming, heartbreaking, sad. Suffering. I’ve had my share. Break ups. Depression. Obstacles. Conflicts. Betrayal. Defeat. We are all bound to encounter it. It is part of the human condition. This is not the problem. Drama… More Radical Advice: Diminishing Drama
Since 2011 women have virtually gathered here at different times of the year to support each other in (re)committing to a self-care practice. This time around we’re doing it in the fall. For many, autumn marks a new start. There’s a feeling of renewal. A time to assess goals. An opportunity to engage with our… More Need to Reboot? Join this year’s Self Care Challenge
First things first, I mostly conform to conventional mores. And I teach my own kids to be good and obedient. A measure of compliance is, of course, beneficial and valuable. As women we’ve likely been trained to be easy to get along with and nice. This may help us feel safe– predictable, and controlled. Many… More Radical Advice: Being Good Doesn’t Inoculate You From Sh*t
You’re competent. You’re responsible. You’re sensible. You have it together. People rely on you. You mostly complete tasks. You’re mostly on time. You mostly do what you say you’re gonna do. Yet somehow life is not fully satisfying. You’re not deeply rewarded for your goodness. Even when you’re praised for being kick-ass, it doesn’t feel quite… More Radical Advice for Competent, Responsible, Sensible Women
Tell her you adore her. Tell her she’s your best thing. Kiss, hug and snuggle often. Try to remember your grief does not trump hers. Ask her why she’s hurting. Tell her you’re sad too. Say, I know my dear it must hurt, instead of life is unfair. When she tells you someone at school… More Radical Advice for Mothers of Fiery Daughters
When it’s time to discuss difficult and sensitive topics with my 9 year old son and 7 year old daughter my first response is normally to tell the truth. This often means I keep it vague and abstract, but I’m sure not to lie. Kids know about unfairness. Kids know about meanness. Kids know about… More Teaching Kids About Injustice & Police Brutality
The new Disney version of the Cinderella fable departs from other popular versions in that it focuses on Cinderella’s capacity for courage and kindness. This is especially poignant in the midst of the envy and cruelty of her stepmother and sisters. While I’m generally critical of sanitized versions of myths that tend to send the… More How to Learn From & Transform Envy
My name is Eloiza. I’m an educator, a coach, a spiritual seeker and mother of two. I work with women and their longing– a longing for more aliveness, profound meaning, and deeper satisfaction. This site includes the many articles I’ve written over the past five+ years and free resources for you to enjoy, including the… More Welcome
Many of us spend a lot of time and energy trying to be happy. And I’m here to tell you we’re getting it wrong. This is partly because we are making the wrong assumptions. Instead of asking How can I be happy?, we should be asking other questions: What does it mean to me to… More Radical Advice: Stop Caring About Being Happy
You are Art. Face Limbs Hands Feet Torso Heart. Art in physical form.
I don’t want to play the record Perch behind the lens Hold the pen. I want to be the song
I’m in therapy. And I’m an integrative coach. I believe in the power of coaching and am even sometimes cavalier enough to say its methods are superior. And therapy is where I’m at right now. I’m asked all the time what’s the difference between coaching and therapy? So I sought a great therapist to find… More Why I’m in Therapy (the difference between therapy & coaching)
Recently a dear friend found out that the person who she was in a relationship with was lying to her– for o v e r a y e a r. If you have been in a similar situation (as I have) you can imagine how “fuck you” might be an appropriate response…
I had always imagined healing would be this ethereal experience. The sun shining, a community of support, basking in a feeling of wholeness… That is until I really dedicated myself to a healing path. I then came to understand the often lonely, painful, and dark path healing sometimes requires.
I wish I was as confident and at peace in other areas of my life as I am with my hobby of teaching dance. I am still practicing… In fact, in working with my own coach, Mary Mulliken, we have used dance as a metaphor for how I want to be in my “real career”… More Dancing Through Life
One of my latest status updates on Facebook read: Finally becoming a grown up: This woman came up to me after class to basically tell me I suck and I shrugged my shoulders and said, Oh well! I got an outpouring of supportive responses from my female friends reminding me how cool I am and… More Maybe I DO Suck