This picture was taken on August 23rd, the night of the New Moon. On that day I made an offering to the Earth of my daughter’s placenta. After storing it in my freezer for almost four years waiting for the “perfect moment” or the “perfect” place to bury it, I decided to just do it….

Today I ran across a single line I had written on a page in my journal. It said, : “I am not the kind of woman you can push around.” It’s true that I haven’t been physically pushed around since my older brother tormented me in my youth. I am strong and fierce physically and…

we must T R U S T in ourselves in our process in our journey in the whispers that brush on the edges of our hearts asking for a voice if only we will listen balance will come keep going stay with it it’s worth it you’re worth it

Why is it that the more I embrace the unknown, the more clear my path becomes?

I’m getting the feeling that my Spirit/Inner Child/Higher Self is tired of me ignoring it or telling it to shush. The voice is getting louder these days. Blessed Be!

I will speak my truth no matter the consequence. All those little lies I’ve told myself and others– all those strategies and coping mechanisms the little dances I’ve done –each one a little death killing a part of my spirit. For the sake of what? Safety? Ha! Security? Ha! Being liked or approved of? Ha!…