This Fear Is Old.
This is the creative revolution. When artists and activists step up into their power and find a way to harness the old energy of fear.
A Word to Describe the Evolution of the Heart.
I felt like a cell in a body. I'm always in awe of what nature makes and where the Universe takes me. My word to describe it: Surrender.
I’m Tired of Apologizing for My Pain.
I’m tired of the uncomfortable gaze, the sudden quietness of conversation. How my guilty admittance of pain has soured an otherwise pleasant day.
Relax, It’s Just the End of the World.
I couldn't unsee that our activity had altered Earth to such an extent that my children inherited a different world than the one I’d been 'given'.
The Labyrinth: A Series of Art. {Part Five: Wild Wood}
The Wild Wood is pure Nature authentically, holistically expressing itself, and the mind is often getting in the way of our own pure authenticity.
Faces of the Patriarchy: Challenging Catalysts to Remembering Our Power.
It all depends on how we choose to look at it and use any circumstance for our highest good. We don’t have to demonize or hate on the patriarchy.
Sung Home: Chapter Fourteen. {fiction}
I remembered Mama reading 'The Island of the Blue Dolphins' to me when I was little, a true story of an Aleut girl left alone on her home island.
We Love like the Moon. {fiction}
She'd been watching the Super Moon rise in all its creamy brilliance behind the bare black branches of late autumn, till it rose right above her head.
The Power of Prayer.
The power of prayer speaks to these parts. This is where the aha moments of inquiry and response flood in all all-knowing way.
I Dare Not. {poetry}
I dare not remember… that life is but a winding path
and the more we grapple and torment over its supposed 'hold', the more it digs in.
@2016 Rebelle Society