The Wild Feminine is a homemade, potent salve for many of the world’s wounds, and everyone, regardless of gender, harbors some psychic terrain where this particular, timely medicine grows.
Why, as we grow, do we disconnect from the medicine of our divine, inner child? Why do we block an untamed trust in the wisdom of our non-linear instincts? Why do we stop harvesting the beauty of a flexible mind? Because society values clear divisions between children and adults. Because we ...
Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends. Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly! Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength! Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!
Absolute knowing is a knowing you can hear again and again, but we confuse familiar with knowing. The familiar dances around the knowing. Its smell reminds us of the known, its taste reminds us of the known, its touch, its sound -- but like a spice mixed into a casserole so that you wouldn't be ...
I am writing because I want to impress the impressive and repress the repression.
He is gone, but her heart will not stop swaying to the rhythm of this song, to the branding of these words on her sensitive soul. She has grown and she has been broken into the knowing of that which forever remains: that love cannot play without pain.