Journey to the Center of You
Welcome to Journey to the Center of You
A raw, real-time unraveling of everything we thought we had to be.
I’m Love Goose AKA Jules Morrow AKA Julie Hunter. Singer. Emotional midwife. Ex-Mormon. Mom of four. Love liberator. Recovering good girl. And this podcast? It’s me healing out loud. Crying sometimes. Laughing a lot. Letting you into the sacred, messy middle of becoming.
No filters. No pretending. Just the full-spectrum truth of what it means to come home to yourself.
I talk about trauma, relationships, religion, freedom, sex, self-love, mothering, and why it’s all connected. Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I rant. Sometimes I’m mid-breakthrough, mid-breakdown, or both at once!
If you’ve ever felt like you were too much or not enough - this space is for you. I’m not here to fix you. I’m here to show you what becomes possible when you stop fixing and start becoming.
Let’s raw dog the universe together.
Journey to the Center of You
SONG ONLY "Empty Love"
Lyrics:
Here I sit in the quiet love we built for two
No one lives here anymore, there's no trace of things that lovers do
Was it right to abandon a place we once held dear
It's so tragic to think that it's empty 'cause of fear
Can you pinpoint a time when the vines they took their hold
Or how long we were sick from the hidden toxic mold
Was it right to imagine a life beyond these walls
Breathe fresh air, hear the birds, and touch the waterfalls
It's too bad that our last days ended up that way
Every laugh sent straight to jail, "life without bail" the judge proclaimed
And as I look at this empty love I've gotta say
Before the torture of that year, I did have happy days
When it started to crumble the first thing on your mind
That I caused it to rumble and all the blame was mine
Was it right to run out of there oh just in time
Watched it go up in flames and all I did was cry
It's too bad that our last days ended up that way
Every laugh sent straight to jail, "life without bail" the judge proclaimed
And as I leave this empty love I've gotta say
Before the torture of that year, I did have happy days
Is this the break up song that you asked for
Packaged and pretty, topped with a neat bow
Meanwhile I'm freefallin' down a sink hole
Look up to at eyes of a boy who's heart was a no show
The break up song that you asked for
Packaged and pretty, topped with a neat bow
Meanwhile I'm freefallin' down a sink hole
Look up to at eyes of a boy who's heart was a no show
It's too bad that our last days ended up that way
Every laugh sent straight to jail, "life without bail" the judge proclaimed
And as I lock up this empty love I've gotta say
That the torture of that year was really not okay