Spirits Place Needles Along My Songlines Until I Hum.
The spirits rub the gates of my feet and shoulders, my lower back, my belly, until I open and find the wave of my breath.
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Mourning. {poetry}
Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...
Silently Screaming For the Voiceless From Within the Prison of my Culture.
I don't know how to reconcile the reality that most people don't believe we've been doing these things for a long time, while my culture says I can't talk about it.
To the Single Ladies: Return to Self, You Are Love.
I am love, I am the wave and God is the ocean. Because I am love, I can only attract love, and because I am love, I can never exist outside of love, I can never be lonely because loneliness is the absence of love.
Waves of Caring from Afar.
The rise of each wave until reaching its full height to crash and rumble as the ocean pulled back the water and started again. For forty-five minutes, the ocean showed me how to allow feelings of fear and sadness to grow in intensity, until they crashed, let go and released. Emotions -- ...
Women, Take Back Your Births.
Through these experiences as a woman, a few things became very clear to me. The first realization was that fear hinders birth. When a woman is scared or frightened, she isn’t going to labor or birth in an optimal way. Her labor may be prolonged, disjointed or halted entirely.
It’s Okay To Rest In The Waves Of Your Darkness.
In order for us to know light, we must know the dark; in order for us to know pleasure, we must know pain; in order for us to know creation, we must know destruction.
Through Wave And Flame, To Ashes And Puddles. {poetry}
With the tide, I pulled you to my depths.
The ebb and flow of my currents pulsed through us
and our toes curled like the waves crashing
on the shore.