I conjure some deep and potent medicine, as the full moon rises through the back of the yard. Coyotes howl, owls who. I stare at la Luna fiercely into her crevices. Noticing every crater, every shift of shadow, she becomes so vibrant she seems unreal, like a tv picture. As the smoke curls around my … More Owl Wings
The rain winds down the windows. The clouds hang muggy and gray. I am grateful, because it washes me away. Clearing all the sounds of repetition that have been triggering my mind, to dance off on worry, to tangle in a furry upon miseries, like webs. Caught and glued with fear. Nothing seems like what … More Disconnecting
Evoked upon the dark moon. As scorpions crawl at my feet. Naked on honey suckle sweetness, I can finally see your beauty. Audacity rebelling against acculturation. Sexuality dripping like nectar, roaring with lively bliss; you were born to scorch archetypes– appearing from the abyss. A cry of shame rings out from my rib cage. Fear … More Kali Ma
Most recently I have been going through a journey of graceful blooming. My little butterfly wings have begun to unwrap from around me. I am slowly shaking free from within my chrysalis. In this moment my metamorphosis is taking place, and I am grateful. So grateful I can feel my heart fluttering lightly, waking with … More The angels ask me to write about them.
Lilac Laced Love 