all the things

Realizing and recognizing that my last post "Outside Time" delved into not only quantum physics but what might also be considered deep spiritualism/mysticism. To be clear, I am ALL about both quantum physics and deep spiritualism/mysticism but I do not feel that one has to be versed in either or both to KNOW what I am sharing. These are things we are privy to and/or have inherent knowledge of within our beings. That is the beauty of Outside Time. I acknowledge this because in

I have been in a space of "no time". I want to say for the past week and a half, but honestly, that is just what I can point to, from a place of awareness. Maybe I have been, always, ha! Some call it No Time. I lean into Outside Time a bit more because it allows for the fact that we generally live from a space where Time is happening. This is a shared collective space that we have co-created. It is lovely and awesome and scary and dangerous and violent. And, we often find bea

This is the Place I came to let go This is the Place I came to break my heart open (to me) This is the Place of longing and receiving This is the Place of forgetting forgiving remembering and making (new) This is the hard Place that is soft on the inside This is the Place I came to let go a little musical fodder ... (you know) ;)

Depending on how old you are and/or whether or not you were a round-ish young girl, this post's title might inspire some difficult and possibly complicated feelings. I'm not sure how I got here but at some point in the past few weeks, Pretty Plus popped into my mental-emotional landscape. Pretty Plus was the line of clothing offered in the Sears clothing department for young girls that were larger than the "average" young girl, roughly between the ages of 5-11ys. My mom, god

I went home for a bit over Halloween and in sharing my experience I said: I don't even know if nostalgic is the right word because that implies a sense of something past that I am still fond of and although nostalgia happened, it was not the prevailing feeling, the prevailing feeling was something like the past and the present happening all at once, which theoretically, it is. Chelsas past , "hey there" Chelsas present/future , "hey girl, hey" I am a we. Not we in the sense o

Hello lovelies, we are coming into the dark time, the shadow time. For years I would enter this time consumed with anxiety and fear. The cold days, the long nights, my mind, my thoughts...a bit of a hellscape. Despite my fears and anxieties, Spring always arrived, the light came back and I remained intact (so to speak)... and here we are again. My fears and anxieties look and feel a little different now, mostly because we have become friendly... into the night I fall with fai

As I begin, this my first post, the star being my open heart, I am almost reluctant to share that my heart is breaking. And to be honest,...