The voices have been quiet, lately. I miss their company – vivid dreams, visions, clear messages. The inner world, alive. And yet, spring energy remains fierce in me. An ever-growing call to keep moving forward, to emerge, to blink in the sunlight as my eyes adjust, and continue taking more intentional steps toward being seen… Continue reading
In that moment when the water swallows your skin and you are absorbed into the living womb of its expanse – that is when her power joins the very essence of yours. It’s as though the melding of stardust and liquid in our cells cannot help but seek… Continue reading
The mirror didn’t lie, though it distorted, reinforced the slackening of my skin, both its downy coat and texture more pronounced. Winter-smoothed palms rubbed over cheekbones, my hands holding their shape, but weathered, now. I have become both harder and softer in these intervening years, between becoming a mother and slowly, so slowly, becoming myself…. Continue reading