We got this 

  
I’m tellin my babies 

When they look to me with those curious eyes 

We got this 

No need to worry 

No cause to cry 

Belief brewed from deep inside 

See these mamas eyes?

Full of confidence and a hard earned pride 

Hush my little babies

We got this 

The world is full of scary monsters 

And I know you have seen 

More than I wanted for my son and my daughter 

Now is your season to be showered..

Love and smiles 

Like sun soaked viles 

Filling our home with warmth and radiance 

We got this thing!

My babies 

Now rest your precious little heartbeats 

  
  

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Reality Wednesday 

I wish each post I presented could be positive and uplifting. But then life happens and I become the sun closing my eyes behind a curtain of clouds. All I feel is grey. I call it a funk or a slump. But that is life isn’t it? Not everyday is sidewalk skipping, sometimes we trip and fall- sometimes…I get right back up and other times, I lay there, against a scalding backbone and wait for my legs to regain strength. 

Either way, I have promised myself to be honest and authentic in this place– a collision of words from a spirit that is overcoming. And overcoming is quite a journey :)) 

  
Recently I had a slump funk and I shared it with my family here. I am overcome with love, moved by your words and truth. I read my messages and think “oh my gosh these people are incredible. They truly listen and they truly care”. So I want to thank each one of you…

Thank you so much for helping me! 

  

You are all my superheroes, armed with love and kindness, helping to rescue this souldiers sadness. 

I appreciate my family here so much. 

Today I say to each one of you:           You completely rock!!

So go now and rock on with your badass gorgeous unique selves! 

Love ya, SG 

   

   
“My truest friends have arrived in my darkest times, swirling around me in a hurricane of love and protection” -SG


Soul Love 

I was having a hard time a few weeks back- being cut off from some people I really love for no particular reason- I fell into a slump- an unloved sad little slump. Poking around my favorite sites I saw a post by the lovely Carolina at yesterdayafter. If you don’t already know or haven’t seen (please please look) Carolina makes her own incredible jewelry. That night she had posted a Rose Quartz- did you know Rose quartz is termed the “love stone”? It’s also called the bohemian Ruby- hello! How awesome is that?! 

We got to sharing about the healing properties it brings. Carolina is educated in all of this btw- she’s amazing. So she began to make me my own- she spent the week pouring soul love into this ring for me. It was not something cool I picked up at a random shop- this was made from straight soul love to connect us in friendship and healing.

And the day came when it arrived…

   
   
I sat on my bed with the giddiness of a child! I felt her love and now I have something to wear so I never forget.

I have been hurt so much in my life that I became afraid and even suspicios when someone was actually kind to me! I am breaking down those fears and here in this forum I have been so embraced. I have been loved and accepted. I still can’t believe it. We are worthy of this love. We are all worthy of our own love stone- to remind us when we forget. 
**thank you sweet Carolina for your time and encouragement and joy toward me- we share a soul love that, like this stone, will hold strong against the winds of fear and peril. 

Love, real love, is a fierce light to demolish doubts and doom. ~SG

Have a great day my fellow loves! 

   
 

Inner•spired 

Tonight I am inspired by love. On this journey I am standing up to say…yes, I am worthy to be loved! 

Our pasts can damage our self worth- I think of a brand new white shirt- the perfect white tee- then coffee spills on it during a busy day, finger paint from a little ones grab, blood from trying to save a life that slipped away just seconds before, black makeup from trying to be pretty and play dress up- but the force of tears won out in the end. Not to mention all the hands pointing to say “what a mess”. But I don’t need them to love me anyway. I want to be loved without judgment. I want to be linked up with love by those who see the messy shirt and say “wow look at all she’s survived- awesome!” 

I have to start with myself, I know this. I have to look in the mirror and truly believe I am worth passion and love despite the mess, despite the harsh labels from my past. I am not a mistake- I am unmistakable. Unmistakably me- exactly how my journey has made me. 

Thank you to my friend Eric Syrdal for reminding me beauty is not hiding our joy and our pain but expressing it. Thank you for seeing a warrior in me when I have felt so tired and unsure. Please visit his works, he is a true and real gift to our wp family. 

Love my inner•spirit 

   
   
  
   
 

Write about IT

  

Write about the gut wrenching pain

That seeps from stomach to heart
Stain the page 

With the noises causing my brain hurt 

Spinning my mind like a ferris wheel 

And I choose not to look down 

Without a view to admire

Just that terrible circus music

And a scary clown waving his hands 

I stay on…

Falling asleep to wake back up 

And running a marathon in between 

The life that got me here and the one 

I am striving toward 

Write about the sharpest broken heart 

I have ever felt

A heart shared beautifully into another’s reach

A heart now expanding through trauma and grief

Write about how to get through each second

Do whatever you have to do but promise to make it

It will get better

Because our miraculous beings have an amazing capibility to consistently grow stronger 

Become like a child, with a resilient behavior 

Write about all of it

The death-the shock-the sickness

The love-the beauty-the moments that stale from quickness

And how you overcame it 

Write it out and do not forget 

It may seem terrifying now 

Or glorious now

When it changes, and it will

Look back on how you made it

To get to paradise

From the guts of laughter

To stain the paper

That is how we will do it 

  
~for our future generations, we must share how we made it from yesterday, to a better place. -Souldiergirl 

Open House 

  

Couples splatter the halls

Like paint in a gallery 
I pass them alone 
In my blouse and tie 
The makeup of father and mother 
…Is the permanent marker of me 
Their looks and snide remarks
Can take a seat
The concerned faces 
Yes- I do see
I look back just as proud 
As her and he 
I boldly stand for my children
With an armor doubled
In love and admiration
I am not here for subtle condemnation 
I am here…
One hundred percent,
for them. 
  
Art by my daughter Elisabeth :))

SomeONE..

I am pure
Half goddesss half rebel
Systematic allure
Hippy roots
From tear drenched boots
Stomping all over this
Tattered soul
Chained down to mind control
Oh call me a little victim!
Oh your little sinner!
No! No! No!
I am pure
Heart of a beast
I am a fighter
Escaped through a slit of light
While slumming in the shadows
Tired of bullshit
Oh how we recognize it!
Her and I 
I am not alone
We call eachother out
As they bring us down
Her hands my measuring stick
…the trees we have become
Plucked from the tumbleweeds                                                                                                                 
of love

She graciously reminds me,
I am free!
Born again
Naked liberation
Running into the ocean
I am pure
I am grown
I am wild
I am that burning whisper                                                                                                                                                Glowing through fire                                                                                                                            I am a slice of your sum                                                                                                                                                                                                                 The determination of one                                                                                                                                                        …Of ONE…


 

Moths 

 
Guess I need to get a grip
Guess I need to be harder
Tough like a rock
No storm shall wither 
Straighten up and fly right
Little sister

…All these lies I told myself 
Under the wool of a petticoat
With lace up boots 
and a velvet bow
But the material scratched…
right into my sensitive soul
Revealing the innocence of a naked girl
…With no excuses left for truth
Smiles skip by, unhinged in twos
I don’t need a reminder of 
how deep I miss you…
I watch my feet move 
Attached to another body
I can not feel my heart 
It floats in a transparent jar         
Titled “random art”
The school year has started 
The children dissect it
Unable to revive her                         …they retire exhausted
Make me a project
Alone on a park bench
The coat has blown away 
All that is left
….just me…