“eleven years” my heart whispered. it’s time to make out two into a three or four, to expand our love with a fresh perspective wrapped up in a fleshy ball of joy. you see, i’ve never tried for a baby, so it’s not the same journey of a woman with bare womb- no, my journey...

i awoke today to stories of an out of control world where the ‘system’ seems to be winning, and the human soul losing. oh my soul! such anguish overtakes the people, riddled with anxiety and despair for things are not as they appear to the public eye! what to do when you awake from a...

why, oh soul, do you act like a ship without a captain at the helm? as if the large vessel that you are could direct your life through the calms and storms of life all on your own? the invitation from the captain is to climb aboard and let go! relax in the sunshine, gather...

oh native spirit wild soul passion is a must. throw off the dirt that binds you to this earth lift your eyes up from this filth, this dust pile you are laying in look up! look up! abounding peace, love and provision a promised land filled overflowing with milk and honey step over! brave spirit...

Ode to my soul I’m often so hard on you. Yet you show up again and again, showing unknown parts of myself to me softening even my own harshness surprising my depths with the level of continuing compassion you hold. inside of me is an angry shell oh soul even though all you long to...

o four winds! o four corners! i cry out for you to make yourself known! the mysteries you hold, the keys you may be to unlock the hidden doors inside of me… come rush over me like a raging current over a jagged rock smoothing me with each passing day may you blow your wild...

O fluttering heart O impatient wings- REST! just rest. The stirring you feel is often one of anxiety and distress, not contented peace- THAT kind of movement is not the kind you are called to- but rather, ‘active UNmovement’ when your work is done from a place of complete rest- your life like a chess...

The Great Scribble. most picture life in the future as a straight line a linear arrow pointed directly toward a self made bullseye they believe they will hit by drawing back the arched bow and releasing, the attempt of the red target the pat on the shoulder for ‘arriving’ at the destination unbloodied. SAFELY. with...