When The Lioness Merely Mews

Despite the mane tossing imperative, it is easy under Leonine skies to feel significantly less than fabulous. Instead of roaring we may just mew, too easily prone to vile bouts of comparison and belly rumbling doubts. We are playing with ego and heart, all at once. During this month ruled by the sun, it is…

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The Shadow

If you have been here with me a while, it will come as no surprise that I am all about the shadow. I am far less interested in the perfectly curated light we shine through the masks we wear: life is built on tickling the underbelly. Our shadow is the true source of our I…

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