Looks, cast with wary

And here it is, moonlight again; we’ve bathed in the river and are sweet and wholesome once more. We kneel side-by-side in the sand; we worship each other in whispers. But the inner parts remember the fermenting hay, the comfortable odor of dung, the animal incense, and passion, its bloody labor its birth and rebirth…

Magic Happens

“Just as anyone who listens to the muse will hear, you can write out of your own intention or out of inspiration. There is such a thing. It comes up and talks. And those who have heard deeply the rhythms and hymns of the gods, can recite those hymns in such a way that the…


There will Come a day When looking back I’ll say I recall Want For a Studious Life such as this. Here now it’s so well- Lived.

Poetry Day

Gahh, and finally I take back To my life Again

One-eyed Blind.

Ever thought about those truths that you know, but don’t actually really acknowledge to yourself?  I mean they range, right?  Like maybe eating m&ms every afternoon on your break is the reason your energy dips an hour later and your body knows as much but you never really stopped to consider the truth of it….


She comes When the process Says carry on, Carry on…

Body work

Body work is soul work. Imagination is the bridge between body and soul. To have healing power, an image needs to be taken into our body on our breath. Only then can the image connect with the life force. Only then can things change. -Marion Woodman Coming Home to Myself