sweet butterfly
This is my new favorite song. Something about it makes my heart ache and helps me to be more tender with myself.
Learning to be my own, sweet butterfly.
In the past 24 hours, my perception of the digital age has shifted dramatically. Perhaps it’s been coming for many years (possibly since my heart was broken via the internet but that’s a story for a different day) or perhaps I just got a quantum leap kick in the ass. What I do know that…
This picture of my daughter taken by me and retouched by my flickr friend, reminds me of what I imagine Archangel Michael looked like as a little cherub. Here’s a channeled message from Lord Michael for these times. Have faith, dear ones. This moment is perfect and we are made for these times. Ask for…
Sunday afternoon. Almost the New Year. Thinking about the regrets of the last year (NONE!) and all of the promise that exists in 2003. Working on my website. Making the most of the resources available to me and FINALLY letting go of relationships, situations and stuff that no longer serves my highest good. Oh, the…
A Bridal Song I. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,– Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,– Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their…
Yesterday was Giovanna’s third birthday party. A friend commented, “There sure are a lot of swords around here for a house full of girls.” As you can see, not only does she have the swords, but she knows how to use them. I believe we are reclaiming our “sword” right now as women. The Divine…