Basking in the stillness, just before the dawn on a Hallmark Holliday, justified by a blanket of fresh white snow…
I was pondering the power in collective consciousness, as millions of Children tossed in their beds anticipating the spoils of their parent’s lie.
Tiokasin Ghosthorse often speaks of the strength of the Roots of The Forest. He has such a graceful way of saying so much in very few words…
That isn’t always my strong suit
I woke up, this morning, with these thoughts…
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.
UNITY.
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.
