Dear Fox: A Lust Letter from Hibernation.
So dear Fox, I have decided to give in to winter. To accept it. It is the only way to be. To move with winter instead of fighting it.
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Maura Coyne
There Are so Many Stories in the Threads of the Three-Cornered Flag.
My Dad, a thread -- a protector, a young soldier, and a Soldier of Life. All of those veteran ancestors who came before our Father and Mother are threads.
Cobra: Snake Medicine. {poetry}
Open your eyes, plant your feet. Notice. Even if the meaning for you is not clear, just take in the profound beauty of this planet at this time.
Dear Coyote: a Love Letter to All the Wild-Haired Wanderers.
My father was amazing. Sometimes, he took up all of the space in the room with his laughter, his fiery soul, his protection and honor of women. So, when you are lucky enough to have experienced that, it is difficult not to feel anger at the general lapse of chivalry in society.
Don’t Ask Me: For the Childless, Divine Mothers of the World.
I cry into animal fur because of harsh words shared so many times about this topic in the darkest corners of my life, and because of my primal urge to push bone and flesh from the wildest part of my soul into the world. So you don't know the shocking grief of having had moments of deep longing, ...
Seeking Equine Alchemy: Healing Horse Medicine.
Horses have been instrumental, possibly the most influential animals, in human progress in the past centuries. The horses provided transportation, they sacrificed in so many ways, including on the battlefield and the farm field. They have amazing stamina. They have carried us on their backs and ...
Tombs. {poetry}
Tie my acres of veins around the globe
Marking our compass path of the future
The roads of the path like rough guitar strings,
leading the way out into the pulsing planet
Get Holy: God Tastes like Cherries (on the Roller Coaster to Redemption).
I’ve already apologized to God in case it's not true, but I have tasted God in the sacred energy of others, and on at least one occasion, God tasted like cherries. It was unmistakable. I think it was the combination of God energy with the essence of that person. I think it was how the Holy ...
Get Burned: Ignite the Fiery, Ferocious Trail to Forgiveness.
Sometimes, you just have to burn it down. You have to find your flame, burn it all down, and rise up out of the ashes. You won’t be the same, you will be changed, but your weapons will be powerful. Made of sweat, dirt, tears, anger, compassion for yourself, and new knowledge about the life ...
Get Wet: Crash with Force into Your Purpose.
I often envision catching the tears of others in a beautiful bowl, and when the crying is done, I throw the tears to the heavens. They fly like diamond-drops to the angels, who grasp them and transform them into light. The angels beam that light right back into the original hearts. The heart is ...