We Will Be Her Angels and Your Snakes. {poetry}
We will be Her angels in rape and pillage
We will love Her, pray to Her, infuse Her with our internal sunlight, warm her with the photosynthesis of Love.
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gratitude
Eulogy to the Living.
It is natural, when a precious life fades, that we ask the person’s age. And with increased age comes the finale.
Piercing the Veil: Scorpio’s Samhain Descent. {Cosmic Connection}
It is, after all, the season of Samhain. The season of darkness. The season that gives us the opportunity to recede and reflect.
I’m a Daughter of Mother Earth.
I sat at the bottom of a colossal tree with my hands sensing its fondness. I let myself be attached to its coolness and warmth, feeling like a child in my mother's lap. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs, savoring this union and the sensations of a full soul.
Sowing the Seeds of Seasonal Death: The Divine Darkness of the New, Black Moon. {Cosmic Connection}
Offer your grandest struggles as fodder for your brightest future, and then release it to this New, Black Luna -- void of detachment, and full of expectant, grateful, weightless allowance.
Resurrecting Our Humanity: September’s Karmic Cleanse. {Cosmic Connection}
Embracing all of us also returns us to our humanity. Our humility. Our hearts. And if the world needs a resurrection of heart-driven humanity, it’s now.
Add More Gratitude to Your Life.
Gratitude is an interesting concept. It’s one of those qualities that everyone accepts you should do, but that we rarely talk about how to do. It’s sort of like saying you should live in the moment. It’s easy advice to give, but you’ll rarely hear people explain how they actually live in the moment.
Don’t Hold Back from Deeply Falling in Love.
I don't know about you, but I fall in love all the time. I fell in love the other day with a piece of handcrafted chocolate and a cup of coffee, the praises and sounds coming from within me, and the time I took to savor and enjoy, surely was just another kind of lovemaking. It was the most ...
And She Speaks: New Moon Rising.
Together, we grew and birthed seven children. We ached and hurt in agony, we two, then joyously thrust those children into the world. Each new child brought longer days of afterbirth pains. Her reminder that she had worked harder still, and again. Yet, she worked and contracted her way back, ...
Gratitude for Pain.
I'm tired because I cried for hours and hours and hours last night, tears streaming and soaking my pillow, and I woke with swollen eyes, still feeling sorry for myself, missing my partner, lamenting my children's misfortune, and feeling the depths of depression that have characterized my life ...