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love sonnet to you

love sonnet to you

it feels fragile there, on a leaf, waiting for your wings to dry. it feels fragile being outside of the boxes of mind. it feels fragile leaving the tightly woven cocoon. i feel it too. each of us taking courageous leaps of faith, leaving behind the dark warmth of...
tribe…

tribe…

my tribe Something magical happens when women circle. We share our stories – the stories of hope, suffering, change, transformation, pain, joy… and in these stories we begin to see ourselves. Each woman becomes a muse, an archetype, sharing the ancient...
witnessing…

witnessing…

a hundred wishes swaying in the wind…my feet are covered in earth.when i walk, i feel deeply connected, energetic roots through my mind down through my curved belly, strong legs, wide feet. i feel at peace. for lunch, some friends and i had a picnic of...
what to speak about…

what to speak about…

photo of me, by debRA… this is what it feels like to be me lately…do i speak of my light sensitivity? the last few afternoons have been painful to be driven home in – the golden yellow light of sunset seems to strike me right in the mind… so...
did you hear…

did you hear…

breathe ~ geishaman goddess acrylic, dried rose petals, mixed media on canvasdid you hear it last night?the unmistakable sound of laughter, reverence, connections, silence?last night…in the gloaming loaming of full moonmy women’s circle circled once...