A Hymn of Love to the Earth.
I encourage you to drape your body over the earth, to be cradled by the gentle tickles of dew-soaked grass and buttercups.
Claiming the Power to Live in the Burning Times.
We are passion, springing from the seed kernels preserved in our very DNA. These Burning Times have called these seeds to bloom.
Sung Home: Chapter Forty Six. {fiction}
All this time, I thought they had killed you. We even had a secret memorial service for you. How did you get away? Who are those people you’re with?
I Carry the Legacy of the Feminine in My Blood.
I know about the various forms of abuse... and violence that were employed as a tool to eradicate the Divine Feminine and dis-empower the Sacred Masculine.
How You Look Just Doesn’t Matter.
How many women, and men, have faced the uncertainty of feeling like they just don’t look good enough? For who will love us if we don’t?
Truth: I’m Afraid of Looking Stupid.
Sometimes we’re just afraid of looking stupid, so we remain within our comfort zones and keep repeating what we know we’re good at, over and over again.
Strength vs Skill: The Value of Knowing the Difference.
You will never be as capable at wielding a strength that falls further down your list than those who possess them as their top strengths.
A World Waiting for Me Beyond This One. {poetry}
Maybe one day I will search for it, but it is of no direction and I am no longer a seeker. I am a see-er of this world right in front of me.
The Sexiness in the Heat of Summer. {poetry}
They say the Italian girls have hot blood. Oh, how we rage. Our little bodies a violent ray of heat, we love like we burn… blistering.
Why You Should Feel Before You Speak.
are those xoxo’s, kissing faces, or the words You’re in my thoughts and prayers exactly what we mean at that very moment? Is it what we truly feel?