Just me and God, in the early morning hours. We drift among stars dusting a sky of the darkest blue, with a tinge of turquoise spilling in at its edges. Like my soul, it too is changing with the rising light. Just me and God, alone and together. She moves me, standing still at the […]
Thank you to the sun, for rising each morning without fail or applause. Thank you for every kiss that you laid upon my upturned face (your touch always did make me blush), and thank you for coaxing the flowers up from their cozy beds. Thank you for peeking out long enough to lift my spirits […]
The spirit of the forest speaks in her own special language – a language that the natural world is fluent in, but that many humans seem to have forgotten. In this unique tongue, she whispers a secret that’s so powerful it guides all the creatures of the earth as they turn along the great cycle […]
To those who would call me strange, I say that I would rather be your kind of strange than mine because, to me, strange is denying the truth of our nature. To me, strange is ignoring the pull of the moon’s tides in our veins simply because we can’t yet measure its influence. Strange is […]
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