The Goddess Bath: A Self-Love Ritual.
Worship and nourish your inner goddess. Drawing a bath is the perfect way to love yourself. Make it more than a habit. Make it a ritual.
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Different Springs: The World Is a Maze. {poetry}
The world is a maze. There are only intersections when necessary, and the entrances, once entered, vanish.
If Only We Could All See with Wide Eyes.
What footprints are we lending while bearing down on our precious Mother Earth? Is there hope in such a reality, where so few of us do see with wide eyes?
People Of The Fire {poetry}
Gods, like phantoms, rise up out of the fire,
created and destroyed at the whim of the people.
The Raven and Me: Keep Sending Your Love Letters to the Unknown. {poetry}
You might receive answers to your letters... the two sides of this correspondence, your love for this world and the world loved, would merge on them.
Give Form to Truth: The Dark Night Journey of Saturn in Capricorn.
This year’s Winter Solstice will be unlike any other. Preparation for the long dark night will continue as tradition foretells, but this dark night comes with added weight.
3 Ways to Awaken Your Astral Athlete.
Desperate to merge my need to sweat with my new identity, I started an experiment. I designed every training session with the Moon as my muse. I needed working out to have a purpose, even one beyond self-care. I became willing to accept that my body didn’t show up the same, day after day, like ...
The Energy Between Us Is A Cosmic Force. {poetry}
Remember when our mothers told us not to stare at the sun?
Sometimes all the knowledge in the world can't stop us from steadily gazing at something so beautiful yet so damaging, simply because the destructive masterpiece is just so worthy of our attention. Addicting.
I Need Your Love.
My dreams lose their senses in the
redolent path of wishes and desires,
they pass through the loom to distill their mind.
Why The Best Thing You Can Be Is Afraid.
Does the sun really kiss you on the cheek when it leaves, or does it slap you on the face for wasting it? Is it really us disappointing the world, or is the world disappointing us?