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the emperor as she builds foundations her Mother Earth solid beneath her feet with precision and heart she crafts her life in the darkness she cries as joy floods in
the emperor as she builds foundations her Mother Earth solid beneath her feet with precision and heart she crafts her life in the darkness she cries as joy floods in
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…
How Did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its Beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being, Otherwise, We all remain Too Frightened. ~Hafiz
The girls and I were hanging out at the Seattle Center yesterday after school. It was a cold, autumn day and enormous gusts of wind had been blowing maple, birch and oak leaves all over the ground. The entire day seemed infused with a kind of magic that seemed carried on the wind. As Gigi…
My friend recently did some writing about her “fantasy career” and encouraged me to do the same. The idea is to get yourself in the feeling space of what you want so you can bring more of it into your life. I like the idea but I’m not sure it works for me. I can…
In my travels yesterday, I happened upon this labyrinth and decided to walk it. I was stunned by the simplicity of this meditative act and felt grateful as my awareness deepened with every step. My mind began to unwind and my Spirit began to breathe more deeply. With each step, I felt more free and…