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.
Looking into the eyes of spirit in all forms of nature’s being shatters the “truth” of a cage
There are places that we go when our heart feels too heavy to carry the weight… when we can’t seem to shut off the colonizer speak.
Come dance with me in spirit my sweet friends. It really is the time… To take back all our power for there, we are sublime.
The sun sings springtime on the birdsong this morning like the ancestors sing ancient renewal into every new day
Breath is a gift I take without giving enough thanks for, thousands of times a day…
I’ve been sleeping rather late these days…
Waking up behind the sun instead of when she comes.