So here we are. With the tension of eons of patriarchy stretched almossssssst as far as it can be stretched…
I used to disappear into Queen Anne’s Lace. She held cuourt in the Queendom of the imagination place.
Do we even know what that means?
The gentle rain always reminds me why I am still here in this time and place.
I am throwing control out the window, for constriction doesn’t serve me or you or anyone for the greater whole.
Time says the separation between each of us and every moment is the most important part of the work.
When we know it is not.
The Mirror is a tricky tool… Almost a life of it’s own, dancing between being a friend and a Continue reading
My heart has always been my leader.
I cannot say it always knows what to do. But it is what guides my path.