I see so much ache for conscious romantic partnership, and how easily bitterness or settling can begin to take the place of continuing to dream. Being willing to wait. Being willing to keep your heart open. Being willing to say “no” when necessary, or “yes” when the heart truly calls for it. Soothing the parts of you who are recovering from love lost or, to their notion of it, never truly found. In my mate ache of the past, before Gabriel and I came back together, there we

“It’s hard to put into words, isn’t it?” Gabriel gently offered, reading my energy, knowing I’d been intending to write about our story for over a week and was struggling to find the right threads to follow. I hadn’t said a word about what was moving inside me. He simply knew because he knows me (and parts of me) so well after all these years. I melted into soft tears, just letting him in. Letting us in. Even after all these years of loving each other, separating, returning,

So many people I’ve met on this path have been shaped by the promise of Sacred Union: the twin flame ideal, the destined counterpart, the love that would finally feel like arriving Home. These teachings speak to a longing that lives in many of us, the longing to be deeply met, deeply seen, and profoundly loved. Then another soul enters your life. And suddenly you find that the teachings are no longer just ideas that resonated. You find yourself in the middle of a bond (or the

By Kasha Rosa The anniversary of our wedding day was last week, on March 9th. The day we decided would be OUR day to celebrate and let in all that we had together at another level. We let go of each other again not very long after that day in 2019. It was as if we peaked and then the fall from that height involved falling away from each other. Several years later, we reunited again in romance. Letting go into what was still there... then, letting go of it all once more, feel

My ideals were ideas that made my heart throb, not beat. The ache did not have a real answer, for the “answer” kept himself elusive. The reaching for “him” overtook the reaching inward. The next “he” became a mark for my parts to aim for, no matter how much he bobbed and weaved, or fully ran. Then there were those who wanted to be the sacred ache’s “answer”, but fell short of the calling, for they could barely answer their own. Then I became the one who bobbed and weaved as t