by Rebecca Cavender | dating, healing the masculine + feminine, promises, relationships, self-love |
There are certain promises you cannot make. You cannot promise that you will always be there. You cannot promise that you will always love someone, exactly the same way you love them today. You cannot promise that you will never hurt them. These are the false...
by Rebecca Cavender | death, divorce, divorcing, family, healing, patterns, relationships |
I give you an emptiness, I give you a plentitude, unwrap them carefully. – one’s as fragile as the other – (Norman MacCaig, Presents) Patterns of death weave their tapestries through my life. Sometimes the connections are uncanny, tightly knotted:...
by Rebecca Cavender | love, relationships, self esteem, self-love, vulnerability |
In a month, the reign of my marriage will take its final bow. All will be legally dissolved, despite having been divorced in every other way for well over two years. I’ve written a lot about it. And you’d think that any emotions or wounds connected to ending a 12+...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, compassion, divine feminine, love, relationships, self-love, vulnerability |
I have something to tell you. Are you listening? I hope you’re listening. Because this is important. This is about life. This is about love. This is about how you cut yourself short. This is about how you think you’re undeserving. Unworthy. See, most of us go around...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, integrity, relationships, saying what you need to say, self esteem, truth |
What do you want? Really. What do you want? That’s one of the most frightening – yet empowering – questions there is. It can make you choke. Cause your throat to close up, your breath to catch. What’s so hard about claiming what we desire? Fear. Fear of...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, big girls, body image, healing, relationships, self esteem, self-love |
Something happened. When our eyes met, she shifted and suddenly, her body was pressed tightly against mine. With one hand pulling her closer and the other holding a pen to sign her out of the afterschool program, I prepared myself. “There was an incident,” the teacher...
