The Garden’s Caregiver. {poetry}
Adolescent years only filled with the garden, now tainted with its caretaker's soft, caressing hand which so loved beauty.
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Losing My Innocence. {poetry}
Unlike losing my virginity...
I lost my innocence in the desert
amongst 100,000 people,
but in a sacred temple of sharing
with one.
A Love Note to Fear. {poetry}
I thank you, my fear.
Without your guidance
I would never know what it’s like to rise from the burning ashes
The fire I thought would surely destroy me.
Listen to Your Longings and Come Alive.
Longings have a way of garnering our attention, even when we don't always want them, or know what to do with them. They will be there. Like a toddler who doesn't want to just be shushed and sent to bed, they will make themselves known.
Dear Tender Heart, It’s Time To Step Into Your Power.
Our power is that deep self-acceptance of living for ourselves. Quit living for someone else, in search of their praise. You’re doing it right -- you’re going to be just fine.
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.
From Soul to Ego, With Love. {poetry}
I never knew my soul could be such a charming romantic.
I never knew my ego could be such a tender sweetheart.
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 ...
6 Practices to Begin Healing the Disempowered Feminine.
We are here in part to bring Her healing and wholeness. We do this woman by woman, as we each claim our personal power and express our full nature as Sacred. When we support each other, the power of our individual work is magnified as it penetrates the collective.
Hey, Code-Breaker. {poetry}
When you're ready enough,
reach up through the rubble with your dusty, bloodstained hand, and with all you got,
answer the call from the Code-Breaker.