How To Make, Break & Keep Yourself Whole
BY SHANNON CROSSMAN I unknit all the loops. Am a mountain of yarn piled on the floor. What was once shaped and formed…
Author: Shannon Crossman
Inner Lost Girl Meets Wild Waking Queen
I teach her how to speak moonlight. Allow her to hear stories born on currents of wind across the immensity of time. Show her small secret doors that transport her to places she could not even dream up.
Relearn The Notion Of ‘Home’ & Redeem It From The Wasteland Of Your Youth
My family was nuclear. Explosive. Home mutated, the first and longest lasting casualty of our domestic catastrophes.
Become, Un-Become & Vow To Never Stop — Refuse To Go Back To A Recognisable You
Stability is a thing I have chased my whole life. Fell face first into the sinkhole of security. An elusive horse upon which no rider can remain seated.
Residing At The Intersection Of Love And Anger
Love comes wearing many guises. Not all of them are pretty. In fact, many of them are not. Because love is forever calling out to us, “Can you see me? Are you willing to know me when I am disheveled and unkempt?
When A Wild Heart Calls You Home
Love, the slippers you shelter my feet inside as I wander your path. Ease patterns every garment you drape upon my body. Fear, you beat back with bamboo and spiky bramble.
Reaching Holy Heights Means Being Willing To Surf Every God Damn Low There Is On This Journey
When you succumb to that which you most desire, what crawls up from the depths of your belly and dares to cross the threshold of your lips?
At The Edge Of A Breakdown: The Beloved Self Awaits The First Glimpse Of Wakefulness
I once spent many moons trapped in a nightmare from which I could not wake. Thrashing through life, fuelled by resistance. Primed for flight.
Rise Fragile, Fierce Woman
What a Divine plan this, to thread light and shadow so closely together that we cannot rent them
one from the other…
Love: Cross Your Courageous Ass Over The Threshold
Love is not for sissies… She holds no punches in the arena. You will be pummeled. And oh, you will be adored too. Caressed to the point of aching.