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spinning world

spinning world

i awoke today to stories of an out of control world where the ‘system’ seems to be winning, and the human soul losing. oh my soul! such anguish overtakes the people, riddled with anxiety and despair for things are not as they appear to the public eye! what to do when you awake from a...
the sacred place of struggle

the sacred place of struggle

cradling our two tea cups last week while meeting for a new year’s visit, my friend robin said something that stuck with me and can’t be shaken from my head. we shared our struggles, disappointments, victories and joys. she then mentioned what a shame it almost is to leave those places of complete and utter...
free

free

why, oh soul, do you act like a ship without a captain at the helm? as if the large vessel that you are could direct your life through the calms and storms of life all on your own? the invitation from the captain is to climb aboard and let go! relax in the sunshine, gather...
native spirit

native spirit

oh native spirit wild soul passion is a must. throw off the dirt that binds you to this earth lift your eyes up from this filth, this dust pile you are laying in look up! look up! abounding peace, love and provision a promised land filled overflowing with milk and honey step over! brave spirit...
Ode to the soul

Ode to the soul

Ode to my soul I’m often so hard on you. Yet you show up again and again, showing unknown parts of myself to me softening even my own harshness surprising my depths with the level of continuing compassion you hold. inside of me is an angry shell oh soul even though all you long to...
The Four Winds

The Four Winds

o four winds! o four corners! i cry out for you to make yourself known! the mysteries you hold, the keys you may be to unlock the hidden doors inside of me… come rush over me like a raging current over a jagged rock smoothing me with each passing day may you blow your wild...
O Fluttering Heart

O Fluttering Heart

O fluttering heart O impatient wings- REST! just rest. The stirring you feel is often one of anxiety and distress, not contented peace- THAT kind of movement is not the kind you are called to- but rather, ‘active UNmovement’ when your work is done from a place of complete rest- your life like a chess...
The Great Scribble

The Great Scribble

The Great Scribble. most picture life in the future as a straight line a linear arrow pointed directly toward a self made bullseye they believe they will hit by drawing back the arched bow and releasing, the attempt of the red target the pat on the shoulder for ‘arriving’ at the destination unbloodied. SAFELY. with...