In the Wilderness. {poetry}
I felt like a hooded child
in the wilderness
who’d thought she could entreat wolves
I have never forgotten this
little as it was:
the shame...
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wilderness
You Are Safe in This Wilderness.
I cannot connect with the idea of a calling that can be translated perfectly into a paycheck, a position, or a fixed identity associated with something I do. If I have one, my vocation is to be alive, to listen quite literally to my body and its rhythms: Every. Single. Moment. And to honor and ...
The Wild Mother Rides the Seven-Headed Beast: A Prophecy for the End of Days.
Every night, the silver moon would shine on more tired faces come to join us in our aimless pilgrimage; young mothers brought their babes, grey-haired elders brought their sage wisdom, awakened men brought their fierce support, and they all had packed the Holy Wild in their knapsacks.