Duende: My Father’s Last Breath. {poetry}
Though generally the word has a modern context of a person’s unspoken charm or passion, and indeed, my father had those qualities, Lorca’s meaning applied to me.
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Seeing Down All Roads: We Are Not Without Hope.
The tyrant king threatens to consume our revival, but we are not without hope. The victory we tasted cannot be stolen as easily as he wishes.
How Trump (Inadvertently) Made America Great Again.
In order to Make America Great Again, it is imperative that we remember that we are endowed by our Creator with certain inalienable rights.
Branches: Trying to Find Reason Behind This Madness. {poetry}
As I tried to find reason behind what had happened, something within me clicked. All the sorrow I felt in my heart changed into gratitude.
Warrior Woman, I See You and Believe You.
We have all ages alive inside of us right now, and we can go back and resource ourselves in the past. I believe we can do this for others too.
Trauma Fatigue and Our Response During These Times.
When the flight or flight response is in full swing, it can feel as though we are being carried away by an internal storm.
Feel Everything: Day-After-Birthday Letter to Me and You.
Grant your soul permission to be here, to feel everything. Navigate with your heart as compass, intuition as guide, soul as travel partner.
Dragonfly Funeral: Parenting During a Pandemic.
The dragonfly was honored by laughs of the most innocent kind, as we, a group of tired women living in unknown times, paused to look on.
Virgo Season: Season of the Goddess Aflame.
I realized that Virgo, the earth sign of integration, had allowed me to feel the battle in all its darkness and blood.
When We Can Do Nothing Else, We Wait. {poetry}
We wait for the world to go back to normal, to be able to meet and greet each other like old times, to be able to breathe freely.