Mondes
A Blessing
May the worlds you travel in or between bring you grace, dear reader.
May the worlds you travel in or between bring you grace, dear reader.
Ten years later, the sons of Abraham are still fighting and jockeying for power and control the Mothers are still crying and holding and loving. (Choose Love)
I Am Victim, Perpetrator and Rescuer Creatrix. (Yes.)
In this week’s unscripted audio love note, I discuss embracing mystery and getting paid, being and feeling supported by my Patreon folx and creating a container for my work
I have learned that when people are determined to see me through a dark lens, they won’t be talked out of it. I have, however, learned that it’s their lens not my truth. That’s a good feeling.
I bike around the lake nearly every day. It’s reasonably good exercise but I mostly do it for my spirit. I do it for the beauty and connection I feel. I do it for the way the light plays on the water, the ever-changing scents of the earth, water, plants and air. Sometimes the scents…
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.