archives, poetry Yuba River. {poetry} August 7, 2018 The Yuba river in northern CA held me and turned me in the white water of her hands one weekend when I didn’t think I could ever open myself again. Continue Reading
archives, you & me Our Scars Are Our War Paint. August 7, 2018 Our scars are where our true beauty lies. They are the openings where our light, if we choose to let it, can truly shine through. Continue Reading
world Schismism: We Are All Here to Love Our Neighbors. August 7, 2018 We all have differing thoughts, ideas, purposes and plans, but beneath it all, we are all created by Love, and love is love, no matter how. Continue Reading