Wild Heart: A Call to Have a Soul-Filled Life. {poetry}
She is a wild heart. She runs free. High in the mountains. Softly treading the hillside. Imprinting the sand by the ocean.
Browsing Tag:
horse
I Need the Highway Like Kerouac Needed His Road.
Hope grows on farm stands in America. Where this pandemic has made everything right seem wrong, the only real thing I can make sense of is this highway.
Sung Home: Chapter Three. {fiction}
I felt a little insulted that they would just stop looking for me like that. I squelched a brief impulse to toss pebbles down at them.
Wild Medicine: Be Like The Prairie.
I inhaled all the pieces of my story, my internal breath like the wind washing over me, jostling gently out some of the emotional and energetic debris.
Sung Home: Chapter One. {fiction}
Sylvia found out that Darian was no Prince Charming. Darian’s compound had been the only home I had known for the last seven years, almost half my life.
Walk of Life: Contrasting War and Yoga Practice.
The wages of war are swinish, dark, bottomless. Yoga is practiced for one reason, uniting body, spirit, mind. The wages of Yoga are breath light energy.
Bones and Trails of Existence.
I hope that my bones will whistle in the wind, and shimmer through the sunlight. That I can leave you pieces to rearrange however best it serves you.
I Am the Little Girl Raised by a Horse.
He was no ordinary horse of course. He taught me that despite the war going on in my house, there was peace to be found in his presence.
The Joy of Swearing.
I discovered the joy of swearing at an early age, despite (or maybe because of) parents who seldom swore and strongly discouraged their three daughters from doing so.
Don’t Blame the Lettuce, and Other Wisdom for Unsettled Times.
It is a contentious and unsettled time here in America. Our country remains divided, and emotions are running strong. Therefore it is especially important to take a deep breath and intentionally navigate our way through whatever is to come. Although it may be hard to see, from a ...