Sung Home: Chapter Fifteen. {fiction}
After a prayer of thanks to the deer for giving its life to me, I worked fast to get it gutted, skinned and cut up into pieces for the walk home.
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’Tis the Season… for Holiday Overwhelm and Hallmark Hell.
Maybe the days are laced with more than a little overwhelm as you navigate the missing of what once was, or the ache for who is no longer here.
This Fear Is Old.
This is the creative revolution. When artists and activists step up into their power and find a way to harness the old energy of fear.
A Word to Describe the Evolution of the Heart.
I felt like a cell in a body. I'm always in awe of what nature makes and where the Universe takes me. My word to describe it: Surrender.
I’m Tired of Apologizing for My Pain.
I’m tired of the uncomfortable gaze, the sudden quietness of conversation. How my guilty admittance of pain has soured an otherwise pleasant day.
Relax, It’s Just the End of the World.
I couldn't unsee that our activity had altered Earth to such an extent that my children inherited a different world than the one I’d been 'given'.
Faces of the Patriarchy: Challenging Catalysts to Remembering Our Power.
It all depends on how we choose to look at it and use any circumstance for our highest good. We don’t have to demonize or hate on the patriarchy.
Sung Home: Chapter Fourteen. {fiction}
I remembered Mama reading 'The Island of the Blue Dolphins' to me when I was little, a true story of an Aleut girl left alone on her home island.
We Love like the Moon. {fiction}
She'd been watching the Super Moon rise in all its creamy brilliance behind the bare black branches of late autumn, till it rose right above her head.
The Power of Prayer.
The power of prayer speaks to these parts. This is where the aha moments of inquiry and response flood in all all-knowing way.