A daughter to Stone & stars split in two time entwined.
On Twitter the other day, someone wrote, "I wanna hear from healers and energy workers. What are y'all sensing and getting from this time we are in? What are you grasping from the cosmos is really happening?" (The emphasis in that question is mine) The floodgate opened with "karmic justice" and "the earth moving into... Continue Reading →
My darling empath, you cannot separate yourself from the fabric you are part of. There is no shield, bubble or cloak. The route of intentional blindness serves no one. Feel it, be in it, breathe through it. Sit quietly or holler, pray softly or yell with you heart behind it. If you think you can... Continue Reading →
I sup with the Old; go to sleep with their kin. What I cannot see, colors and clouds show. Painted and unpainted, adorned not by the adoration they've been shone but by their naked shining. They never called themselves Master or Mistress and when they ask me to speak, I wonder if this is how... Continue Reading →
What does the breeze coax from you when it touches your skin? When God slips along your pores? Can you feel that, the ribbon weaving around you? Pulling you into the wakened dream?
Can you hear the rhythm of your heart on the wind? In the new green leaves waving, weaving their own lifelines, threading across the sky to another, to you? Listen. Find your breath and listen. Those lifelines are love. Yours and theirs. Together.
The clouds caress the mountains and kiss the sky The ember glows, waiting for your breath, for the smoke to rise and the flames to ignite your unwritten song. Sing. Sing into the wind and be carried on the clouds.
I don't know when it was I ran out of space for outrage. I can't remember if there was a singular sudden clap of thunder-like something or whether love just seeped in through all the cracks. I do remember thinking that, when I finally noticed, my brain went to "Something is wrong with me. Maybe... Continue Reading →
You are touched by the whole world, as you are. You need neither permission nor to be healed to be held. When healed, though, and in the act of healing you begin to feel that touch, those tendrils of all things, and you open to them Allowing your skin to widen enough for the love to... Continue Reading →