Spiritual Awakening

  • Dreams

    Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now? The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be. And though my heart is full, will I always… Continue reading

  • A Sweet Dream

    I am the beautiful breeze in the body of a woman. I am not contained in stories of suffering. I have always been an unrestricted choice in the making. A sweet dream singing high in the sky, over the black… Continue reading

  • Healing Again

    Some more memories came up for healing, today. It is the most fascinating process, it truly is. Especially considering the memories, as they come up, are attached to a physical feeling within my body and a recognition of the vibration… Continue reading

  • Soft, Quiet, Beautiful

    Can we become the peace that glistens on the ledge of our differences? Or will it be war swept under the carpet for yet another age of humanity? I see your needs. Do you see mine? Can we surrender to… Continue reading

  • Diamonds and Stones

    My next life lesson will be to blow through days of stone, and understand that days of stone do not indicate a whole life of stone. Still there are diamond days. Always there will be both. And never am I… Continue reading

  • Butterfly

    Do you think a caterpillar knows, upon entering her cocoon, that she will soon die to the only form she’s ever known? Do you think she is afraid of the dark of the wait, or what might find her on… Continue reading

  • My Sun

    When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading

  • Alleyways

    Slinking down alleyways, thrilled by the rippling dark. Black upon white, cold stone. Daisies tilt their heads: smile. Axes bite into crimson bone, dwelling in the corners of the corners. Pure. Devilish. A curious mix. Grace breathes life into fire.… Continue reading

  • Woman

    I couldn’t possibly know who I am. I’m so many things, places, people, feelings: it would be impossible to really say. Who I am, that is. The question of who I want to become also seems pointless. I want to… Continue reading

  • The Journey

    Life, for me, has been an up and down ride. A little like one of those slides at the playground, the ones that follow a wave-like movement and snake you all the way down to the ground, sometimes taking your… Continue reading