It was a chilly morning in September. My father and my sister had come to meet my brand new son, Continue reading
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…
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?
May we find forgiveness for those we judge including ourselves and for ourselves for judging
I am throwing control out the window, for constriction doesn’t serve me or you or anyone for the greater whole.
What of this new day? Where shall I go with my thoughts and where might my Heart journey in the swath of sunlight I travel beneath?