a new poem for all your roof-raising, edge-pushing and silent acts of fearlessness +++++ to do what’s true, true for youtakes bravery in the blood you must decline the invitation to shrink or dimsay no to slipping down the slope, subduedrefuse to be stopped dead in your tracks
:: to you, Lover. and to you, Beloved +++++ all i want is more of Him i open my mouthHis words play and have their way i open my thighsHis fingers skim and part my seas
every year, right around now, my husband and i do a powerful ritual to transition well from one year into the next. you don’t need anything for it but a piece of paper and pen, but you are welcome to embellish with ritual features like wands, charms, chants, sweat-lodges, full-moons, incantations, cauldrons or locks of …
a thank you, from Your Life, to you +++++ at first i appear softly as a rowdy sunset, attempting to tempt you from your busy-ness, to distract you into dizzy-ness. at firstyou ignore me and my colorful seduction. so then i show up as an infant with half-moon shadows under cancer eyes in a first-world ICU or …
oh, yeah, a poem that pulled me from my writing cave today. may it tighten the embrace between you and what Inspires you. +++++ my Muse tells me, “i ain’t your bitch, sweetie.” She likes to play coy, hide and seek, especially when i’ve cleared a day entirely for Her to do Her thing. and …
(warm warning: story first. skip to the video if you wish.) there once was an esteemed, learned scholar who went on a long expedition over the sea. at one point in his journey, he came across a small, beautiful island, on which lived three holy women. the scholar was curious to learn their ways, and …
a tiny poem for you:
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i want to be your soil, he says, rich and loamy.
i want you to dig in with your toes, i want you
to lay down roots, and i want you
from my fertile ground, to bloom fantastically.
one of my clients came to me with the express demand that i draw out a map for her to her Purpose, her Calling, her True Voice and her Wise Feminine Power.
she wanted a list of steps and an order in which to take them. stat.
this is a strange post to write. the last nine months of my life have been some of the darkest and ugliest to date. soaring bright spots, too, but the low points were remarkably low. why? how?
who is this She that’s coming again? let me explain. these last few winter months, i’ve been reviewing my year of exuberant HIGHS and dark LOWS.
