Shavawn Berry

Shavawn Berry

Writer/Poet/Teacher

Writer, teacher, poet, editor, empath, seeker, songbird and, yes, Elton John freak. Seek opportunities to write, blog, rant, confess, interview, research, and illuminate the lives of my subjects.

  • 79
    stories
  • 82K
    words
79
stories for
13
publications
Shavawn Berry's stories for
Show all
Open uri20140708 4398 1v6i0bq article
Rebelle Society

Breadcrumbs in Dark Times: Any minute now, everything will change. | Rebelle Society

Be here now, even if the thought absolutely terrifies you. Don’t check out. Don’t go back to sleep. The world desperately needs you — it needs your talents, your passion, your ideas, your voice.

Open uri20140708 4515 1ne0vox article
Rebelle Society

On the Outside: A Misfit's Manifesto. | Rebelle Society

IMHO, ‘Normal’ is highly overrated. I am abnormal and proud of it. Yep, I am a big weirdo, navigating this clown car called life.

Open uri20140701 27082 17ipz86 article
Rebelle Society

Leaving the Soul Ajar: Welcome the Ecstatic Experience. | Rebelle Society

In my dreams lately, I’m walking through the forest of my youth, heading toward the sea. Sometimes the dreams are reminders to let something go; sometimes they act as a remembrance of what was and how that experience molded my current life.
If you are awake, you know we’re riding the waves right now.
We’re floating in boats without oars, under a dome of blinking stars, surrounded by glowing sea life, and the occasional humpback whale.
We’re on our way somewhere new, but we don’t know where. Yet.

Open uri20140610 892 1tfupj6 article
Rebelle Society

Yes. Yes. A Thousand Times Yes. | Rebelle Society

I have cleared my plate and cleared my throat; I feel a stinging sense of rightness, of joy, rising up from the root of my life.
There’s no time left to do anything that doesn’t make my whole life say Yes.
Why would anyone encourage me to do otherwise?

Open uri20140523 20622 13pmbo9 article
Rebelle Society

Natural, Divine, Imperfect, Gorgeous Woman. | Rebelle Society

Eve’s gotten a bad rap, in my humble opinion.
I’ve always thought so. As someone who was thirsty for knowledge my whole life, I often wondered why we have to slut-shame our girl, Eve.
After all, what did she do that was so bad? She just wanted to take a bite of that juicy red apple.

Open uri20131228 13840 10dsznd article
Rebelle Society

A Beginner's Guide to Change: Live the Questions. Don't be afraid. | Rebelle Society

Be a novice. Be a blank page. Be embryonic in your sense of yourself. You are just learning the steps. You are just starting out. It is okay to be stupid or blind or to not have the answers. It is okay to be wrong, to make mistakes, to muck it all up. This is all part of the process of becoming. Of enlightenment. Of living.

Open uri20131223 8905 16zzdsc article
Rebelle Society

Falling in Love Again. | Rebelle Society

LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND LOVE WHAT YOU SEE.

All it takes is a moment of grace. All it takes is a willingness to be gentle and kind and compassionate with the wounded child we all harbor.

Open uri20140506 10629 yrw55z article
Rebelle Society

My Heart is a Great River. | Rebelle Society

My heart is a great river, a glittering, rushing river. I remind myself that it may overflow its banks, but there will never be more water than I can handle.
I am flooded with the realization that I cannot give up. I cannot give up. And neither can you.

Open uri20140409 2918 1icggyk article
Rebelle Society

Dear Literary Girl: A Letter to My Former Self. | Rebelle Society

"I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and started the soul-work needed to forge a new life. I quit waiting. I rode in on my own white horse and picked up the pieces. I built a handmade life I am proud of — attached or unattached — a life that has me at the center, not on the periphery. And that was the gift – the pony, so to speak – that was buried in all that shit."

Open uri20140329 1636 1got1l9 article
Rebelle Society

Caring for Your Introvert: A Primer. | Rebelle Society

I won’t assume that all extroverts are whores for attention, if you don’t assume that all introverts are shaking in their boots unable to voice an opinion.

Open uri20140319 11593 qsbbmf article
Rebelle Society

Let Go or Be Dragged: Learning to Let Things Go. | Rebelle Society

We must become comfortable with the uncomfortable truth that nothing is permanent. Life builds us up, only to strip us down to beggar’s bones in the end. We spend the first half of our lives accumulating material possessions, only to spend the last half figuring out what do with them when we are gone.

Open uri20140309 1880 idf7dx article
Rebelle Society

Desiderata: You Are a Child of the Universe... | Rebelle Society

So many things I was afraid of never happened. And the things that did — the worries that I worried straight into the center of my life — I survived them. Being afraid is not something that creates any value. It doesn’t stop the losses or the changes. It just blows holes in our lives that we would do better without.

Open uri20140314 12895 20vwjm article
Rebelle Society

Everything's Connected. Everyone has a Purpose. | Rebelle Society

Each person’s contribution — each person’s essence is needed. No one’s life is without purpose, even if that purpose is negative. So even poachers, even monsters, even the most vile among us, are here to not only learn the value of life, but to experience the effects of the causes they make. We are in earth school from the day we arrive until the day we die.

Open uri20140213 23732 jnntbk article
Rebelle Society

Dancing on a Grave: Moving On After Fierce Love. | Rebelle Society

I began to imagine a different ending. I imagined plowing all that dirt onto my past and carefully arranging a riot of flowers on the mound left over. I imagined dancing around the grave, bare feet caked with mud, dancing and dancing until I dropped to the ground. It’s OK to mourn the passing away of one part of our lives. It’s OK to sit — grief-stricken and alone — wondering if we’ll ever feel right again. It’s OK to love fiercely even if the someone we love, doesn’t love us back. That doesn’t mean we give up and sit down in the cemetery and make ourselves at home there.

Open uri20140204 817 1sh3y5o article
Rebelle Society

Singing at Dawn and Dusk: When Women Were Birds. | Rebelle Society

For a long time, I truly wondered what was wrong with me.
I asked myself that question over and over. Why can’t I get my shit together? Why am I still alone? Why can’t I find love? What is it about me that is so repellent, so awful, that even the simplest of joys — companionship — eludes me? Now, I know that nothing was wrong with me, ever. I was born absolutely flawed and absolutely perfect. No one forgot to put some of the pieces in my box. No one left off a part of the instructions for life or sent them to me written in Sanskrit. No one sent me the map to Mars, while others got one for planet Earth. What was wrong in those days were the questions I asked myself. I created lack where there was none simply by focusing on what wasn’t there.