The Lady Trickster in my life, well, I shall call her grief. When the sun shines brightly and the birds sing, she cunningly leads me to the shadows. These are moments I hate and love all in the same breath...
Lately I have noticed myself spending a lot of time in the mirror. This isn't just vanity. As I look at the creases getting deeper around my eyes, at the sunspots popping up like a Dalmatian taking residence on my face, the permanent crease across...
"A loud gathering Mardi Gras in the rain Noise, noise---so much noise Too much noise The crowd exploding with applause"...
I am "highly sensitive the way sand is sensitive to the wave, the way trees are sensitive to the quality of air, the way a wolf can hear another creature step into her territory from over a mile away...
Emotions dancing through fragments of thought. Desiring a cave - Hieroglyphic walls. Runes, tarot, buckskin. Feeling the sanctuary of earth. Singing over the bones for those living and those who have passed...
This morning I awoke to crisp air on my face, birds singing from their sanctuary with the occasional, "who-who" echoing in the distance...
I awoke this morning thinking of the Bird Sanctuary we went to yesterday as well as the aquarium. I thought about how sad the captivity but how wonderful the release. Two Condors and an Owl will be released back to the wild very soon...
It is a good thing to become selfless. It is a good thing to give of yourself in service to others. It is not good to surrender your power: your thoughts and your will to another unless it be a Supreme Being...
Raven/Crow: You are my spirit guide and I honor you. Sometimes when it feels we are "breaking" it's truly nothing more than our hearts cracking wide open with organic expansion to hold more love than we've ever known...
