Whatever myth has been revealed, now is the time to turn the page to a new chapter in the unfolding story of your life… I’ve been trying to not feel rushed, to simply sit and observe the flow from a place of connection. Alas, this has not been easy, but here is what came up… Continue reading
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
A bull in a china closet. That is how my energy feels, this week – as though the bull has taken over my ability to exist with any amount of grace. Words come out in a disorderly fashion, the sentiment behind them jumbled, abrasive, lacking eloquence – the antithesis of effective – so that I’m… Continue reading
So many hours of exercise to keep myself functioning in this season of winter of horror after horror So much challenged breath teaches my lungs to expand fully There is more room now for the heart that speeds then slows depending upon what I am doing what I… Continue reading
We regret to inform you Words punch the hollow space beneath my rib cage a form letter All those words that flowed from my core were not enough never quite enough not worthy of respect of belonging of being seen I’d allowed myself a sliver of hope this time My husband calls me a pessimist… 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
It happened on a table, this time. My head lay cradled in the hands of a healer, her fingertips adding gentle pressure to the base of my skull before they relaxed and slowly settled into in an imitation of water. The energy lulled me downward, through the earth’s layers, from the light above, to darkness,… Continue reading
Like droplets of sweat they emerge yes the more one exercises the spirit how much more readily truths spill Find your means your tools your mettle Let that incredulity flow over you like waves back into the earth to be transformed by her need for magic
She sat at a white table, at the point where two walls of windows met and offered a backdrop of sunlight. The room was not empty of other people, but it was as though she held some kind of forcefield by way of her presence that stretched for several feet around where she had settled,… Continue reading
“That,” she paused for a moment, “was Blue Lace Agate.” I took comfort in the way that she articulated the consonants, her decisive tone as she nodded, subtly, offering an air of authority that this made perfect sense. I peered at the small, polished stone that she’d recovered from the grid beneath the table, a… Continue reading
I was leaving the house. It came as a sort of wall, not allowing me to pass over the threshold until I really looked – saw what needed seeing. Raw trunks surrounded me, like the ones that hold up my roof, bolster my walls. A circle. “Do this,” they commanded. I knew, with every cell,… Continue reading