Spirituality

  • Naturally A Miracle

    This body. Graceful, strong, electric. These senses unknown, awakening with every glance, every touch, every moment of this enchanting life. Explosions of light beneath the skin, and I am hooked. And waiting for the next burst of sun to explode… Continue reading

  • Who I Am

    Do not tell me to be another version of me. That I should be everything a lady should be, that I must grasp a handful of gravel without leaving a crumbling trail of dust behind. I am human. Dust, I… Continue reading

  • My Contribution

    I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I keep my distance from the news. I have to, because the moment I face the full ache of this thing, I feel the pain of the entire world. Already, I’ve… Continue reading

  • Time Is An Abstract Concept

    Time is an Abstract Concept #time #musings Continue reading

  • This Beautiful Sadness

    I’m down in the depths of me, today. It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that. This beautiful sadness. It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave. It flows through my veins until… Continue reading

  • You Are Someone

    A human life is the most intricate of webs. So uniquely woven, so easily broken. And may you find a day to glisten upon your weave. May you find the clarity to see your worth, and to know you are… Continue reading

  • Ghosts

    I’m ready to fall into the land of sleep, but I had to write this and I had to write it now. Only moments ago, as I lay in bed with my eyes closed…I saw a face on the blank… Continue reading

  • The Podcast Update

    In another life, I must have been a computer whiz. I say that, because in this particular life time…I try. That’s all I’ll say about my abilities when it comes to anything that looks or sounds like technology. A few… Continue reading

  • Sky Tears

    Today there is a deep sadness in the rain. I feel it in my belly, and I ask it to be kind to those who feel the pain of the sky when it cries. Continue reading

  • Milk and Honey Wonderland

    To be human is to play the game of life like flashing storms; like unbridled children: electric, unpredictable, messy. Until finally, we hear the whisper of a milk and honey wonderland called home. Continue reading