July 16, 2020

I climb into your hollowed shell Inquisitive where hollowness lives in me

How to be hallowed of my conditioning

Fostering neglect to untended threads

Caressing your deeply grooved pockets of emptiness

Wondering how to access this spaciousness within

Discover the places I'm...

March 31, 2020

I awoke feeling a sense of urgency.  A plea from many spaces and places all at once. The pleas have been walking with me since the beginning of the Corona Virus. There are so many things to account for, tend to, and be vigilant about.

Everything in the way life was runn...

December 14, 2019

Since birth, I have been handled 



When to rest, eat, be

Even as an adult I follow the map 

The one laid by my upbringing

I have played and experimented

But the deeply worn ruts call me back

Back to my conditioning 

I now give myself permission to be 

Be with darknes...

November 4, 2019

A humbling awareness

My husband made the comment. "We love and accept you, and always will, as you are."

I immediately began to cry. His words tapped my teeming heart, giving way to the sap of sadness.

But why?

At that moment I could feel the only person in the room not ac...

September 30, 2019

Step towards the fear

Introduce yourself
Let fear know your name
Walk with her along the wild edges of your heart
That place that feels too tender
Too frayed to be seen or looked at one more time
The opening so narrow you're afraid that you'll never get through and bet...

August 15, 2019

When all crickets fall silent
The wind stills 
Dropping at my window 
The immutable prayers 
Of the Ancient ones 
They breathed us into Now 
Prayed a tomorrow 
That we walk today 

How I wonder 
Is this evening so quiet 
Are there no more 
Praying fo...

July 10, 2019

I am feeling into the meaning of  Independence in a whole new way. 

I’m being invited to free myself from conditioning. 

I’m being invited to free myself from behaviors that can be harmful to me and others. 

I’m being invited to turn my energy towards what matters mo...

June 2, 2019

I know sorrow

I know misery

I know suffering

I know self torment

I know abuse

I know isolation

I know terror

I still carry trauma

I still work at healing

I still see my wounds

I still act in ways I regret

I still scream when no one is looking

I still face the roughest edges of my...

May 20, 2019

Who was I before I forgot? 

I was the girl that would roll in the fields. 

I was the girl that would run around naked laughing with the sun. 

I was the girl that believed in fairies and the hidden worlds that no one else could see. 

I was the girl that believed in the good...

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